From Donegal on the trip was fun and enjoyable. Darren was more relaxed and Cailin could put away the fact that she would be meeting Darren's parents under a stressful situation for several hours. She would deal with it like she does all things in her life, with honesty and being straightforward. That was what she thought at least.
The road took them south through Bundoran and along the coast as they traveled to Sligo. Just a quick pull off the road and they were at the Drumcliffe Cemetery where W.B. Yeats was buried. Cailin knew very little about her grandfather's birthplace, except that it was Sligo. But she loved poetry and Yeats was one of her favorites. They wandered through the gravestones until they found Yeats. When Cailin looked up from the gravestone, she noticed she was looking at the looming size of Ben Bulben between two trees. It was an impressive scene. Cailin suddenly realized that as she traveled this incredible countryside, she was becoming more entrenched in the culture and background of her family. She was well aware that at some point she was going to have to return home, and already she could sense what a sad situation that would be.
Darren seemed to pick up on Cailin's feelings and tried to lighten up the mood with discussion about music. He talked about how all the famous writer's spent so much time in the pubs of Dublin, sometimes writing some of their best work in the pubs, probably inspired by the music and patrons of the day. He told Cailin that they would have to visit at least a couple of pubs on the Connemara Coast where his friends might be playing. Cailin love the idea of listening to more trad music and having Darren share his love of the music with her was an extra treat.
The drive from Sligo to Galway was a long one, through the countryside. Everything was green, multiple shades of green, from the fields to the rolling hills, grasses, shrubs and mosses. It had a very calming effect on Cailin. It made her smile.
“What are you smiling about?” Darren asked as he maneuvered along the narrow roadway.
“I just realized how happy I am being here in Ireland. No, wait, it's how happy I feel being here.” she responded as if reflecting on her thoughts.
“I just can't believe you are so relaxed and reflective knowing what you know about meeting my parents!”
“Darren, I can't let what is going to happen hours from now spoil this wonderful trip.” Cailin tried to be calm in responding to Darren. “Let me know when we are about thirty minutes away from your parents and then you'll see me freak out!” She teased him.
“Cailin, I like your attitude. Maybe that's something I should consider doing.” and he laughed that laugh that made Cailin smile even more.
They chatted about everything as they drove along the road. Darren talked about places that Cailin should have on her “next visit” list, and Cailin asked about places she had heard about and whether they were worth the time for a visit. Some of these included a return visit to County Donegal and stay at a resort where Cailin could spend time horseback riding on the beach, a return to Sligo and tour the Ben Bulben road around and out to the ocean and close up visit to the mountain. This trip would not include the Cliffs of Moher or The Burren, or any of the sites to the south. It seemed like there was always more to see. How could that be in the small country?
Darren took offense to the term “small country” and explained that in terms of ancient Europe, Ireland was an important stronghold. Countries felt if they could control Ireland, they would control the ancient world. Great idea, but it didn't ever seem to work for any controlling country for very long. He explained with the contagious grin.
Cailin could see the sign that said Galway and knew they were getting near. her stomach started to turn into knots as Darren gave her the thirty minute warning.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Time away for the holidays
Just wanted to let those who have been following my posts that I've taken a short hiatus for the holidays. I hope to have a new chapter up in the next couple of days. Thanks for reading my blog.
I hope all of you are enjoying the story.
I hope all of you are enjoying the story.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Travels in Eire #15
Darren pulled the car over just south of Donegal where there was a beautiful view of the ocean. They exited the car and walked over to take a look at the view. Cailin figured she was going to have to start somewhere.
“Darren, I know something is bothering you. You are not telling me something. I don't like being kept in the lurch like this. It's not fair to either one of us. I know I don't know you that well, so this may be something that isn't even my business. But I need for you to help me out here. I'm feeling very uneasy.”
“Cailin, you are right, there is a problem, but I don't see it as anything major.”
“Major enough for your whole personality to change since we last spent time together,” Cailin was getting very frustrated. “It had to happen since you left me last night.”
“Okay, but please don't be angry. I really didn't plan on any of this happening. I thought it would be different this time.”
“THIS TIME!!” Cailin shouted before she realized that she was shouting.
Darren suddenly took a step back from her in surprise at her tone. “Wait....it's not that...well....I mean....”
“Darren you had better start clearing up things pretty quickly here,” Cailin was getting worried. Who was this person?
“Alright, let me figure out how to start this.”
“Shouldn't be too hard Darren. Start at the beginning,” she responded sarcastically.
“Okay, here it is. This all started with my older brother. A few years ago he met an American tourist in Dublin. He was working there in a bank. They started dating while she was here in Ireland. My parents loved her. She was perfect for Conner. But she had to go back home. Conner was broken hearted and ended up leaving his job and moving to America. He got married over there without any family around. Mum and Da miss him so much. They really can't afford to go visit. He's been back here once for a short time to let us know he and his wife are expecting a baby. Now it's even worse for them. They are saving up so they can go visit.
So when I called my parents last night after I got home to tell them I was bringing you, they were very upset. I talked to them again this morning and they didn't even want to meet you. They are afraid the same thing is going to happen to me that happened with Conner.”
“Darren, out of curiosity, did you tell them we had only just met and really haven't dated, per se?” Cailin was wondering what Darren told them.
“Cailin, I tried to explain that we had met and connected, but that I was going to be your tour guide for a couple of days. They are already jumping to conclusions. I told them in no uncertain terms that I was bringing you along. So mostly I'm worried about how they will treat you when we arrive.”
“Darren, I'm not your girlfriend, and we're not getting married anytime soon, or ever, that I see. Trust me I'll make that very clear to your parents. I like you and enjoy being with you, but a relationship is just not in the plan for me at the moment.” Cailin was trying to get the point across to Darren so he wouldn't worry, or get the wrong idea about her.
“So are we on the same page, Darren?” Cailin asked. Darren nodded back. “Then you should be in a much better mood for the rest of the day, right?”
“Cailin, I'm so glad I could talk to you about this. I was so worried about what you would think. I never thought it would be an issue with my parents. I wasn't thinking, I apologize. But now that everything is out in the open, I feel much better.”
Cailin could see the change in Darren's demeanor and knew he felt much better now. She also knew this was going to be a couple very interesting days, especially meeting Darren's parents.
“Darren, I know something is bothering you. You are not telling me something. I don't like being kept in the lurch like this. It's not fair to either one of us. I know I don't know you that well, so this may be something that isn't even my business. But I need for you to help me out here. I'm feeling very uneasy.”
“Cailin, you are right, there is a problem, but I don't see it as anything major.”
“Major enough for your whole personality to change since we last spent time together,” Cailin was getting very frustrated. “It had to happen since you left me last night.”
“Okay, but please don't be angry. I really didn't plan on any of this happening. I thought it would be different this time.”
“THIS TIME!!” Cailin shouted before she realized that she was shouting.
Darren suddenly took a step back from her in surprise at her tone. “Wait....it's not that...well....I mean....”
“Darren you had better start clearing up things pretty quickly here,” Cailin was getting worried. Who was this person?
“Alright, let me figure out how to start this.”
“Shouldn't be too hard Darren. Start at the beginning,” she responded sarcastically.
“Okay, here it is. This all started with my older brother. A few years ago he met an American tourist in Dublin. He was working there in a bank. They started dating while she was here in Ireland. My parents loved her. She was perfect for Conner. But she had to go back home. Conner was broken hearted and ended up leaving his job and moving to America. He got married over there without any family around. Mum and Da miss him so much. They really can't afford to go visit. He's been back here once for a short time to let us know he and his wife are expecting a baby. Now it's even worse for them. They are saving up so they can go visit.
So when I called my parents last night after I got home to tell them I was bringing you, they were very upset. I talked to them again this morning and they didn't even want to meet you. They are afraid the same thing is going to happen to me that happened with Conner.”
“Darren, out of curiosity, did you tell them we had only just met and really haven't dated, per se?” Cailin was wondering what Darren told them.
“Cailin, I tried to explain that we had met and connected, but that I was going to be your tour guide for a couple of days. They are already jumping to conclusions. I told them in no uncertain terms that I was bringing you along. So mostly I'm worried about how they will treat you when we arrive.”
“Darren, I'm not your girlfriend, and we're not getting married anytime soon, or ever, that I see. Trust me I'll make that very clear to your parents. I like you and enjoy being with you, but a relationship is just not in the plan for me at the moment.” Cailin was trying to get the point across to Darren so he wouldn't worry, or get the wrong idea about her.
“So are we on the same page, Darren?” Cailin asked. Darren nodded back. “Then you should be in a much better mood for the rest of the day, right?”
“Cailin, I'm so glad I could talk to you about this. I was so worried about what you would think. I never thought it would be an issue with my parents. I wasn't thinking, I apologize. But now that everything is out in the open, I feel much better.”
Cailin could see the change in Darren's demeanor and knew he felt much better now. She also knew this was going to be a couple very interesting days, especially meeting Darren's parents.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Travels in Eire #14
Cailin slept well that night after the restless night before. Even while it was summer, the weather was cool enough to use the down comforter and get comfy in the bed. Her dreams were of windswept skies, green hillsides and fences of stone. And as she walked through the fields, a man walked with her. She could not make out who it was, but she felt secure and loved and warm all over. It had been a very long time since she had such happy dreams like this.
Morning arrived quickly and Cailin showered, dressed and headed downstairs with her bag for some breakfast before Darren arrived and they headed out for the trip to Galway. The trip was 169 miles, but with some sightseeing stops and the fact this was Ireland, it would take all day. They would probably arrive quite late, but with sunset around ten, it would still be light out. It was going to be a long day though.
Cailin thought she remembered Darren saying he would arrive at the B&B by 8am, but here it was 8:15 and there was no sign of Darren. Should she call him? Was she being to anxious? She decided to take her backpack out to the car and as she closed the trunk and turned around she saw Darren walking down the street toward her. It was almost 8:30.
“Sorry, had to take care of a few things,” he muttered mysteriously. “So how are you this morning? Did you sleep well?” he asked as if to brush off his first statement.
“I'm fine, is everything okay?” Cailin couldn't help but wonder if there was something she was missing, but Darren only smiled and nodded back.
“So where's you map, Cailin? I want to make sure you understand the route we are going to take and if there is something you want to see, we'll make a detour so you don't miss anything.”
They spread the map out over the hood of the car and planned the trip. They would head back out through Donegal and then south to Sligo. Cailin wanted to stop by Drumcliffe and see W.B. Yeats tomb and his famous mountain, Ben Bulben. She loved his poetry and just wanted to get a feel for the area. Besides this was where her grandfather had grown up. From there it would be further south to Cong and a visit to the Abbey there. It was an incredible ruin from pictures she had seen. Then on to Galway and west of Galway to Barna and Furbo where Darren's family was located. It would be a very long day.
Darren was unusually quiet at the start of the day. Cailin knew something was not right, she could sense it, but wasn't sure what it was. Was all this friendliness and flirting just a way to get to her? Was he taking advantage to get a ride to Galway? She hoped Darren would share, but was not going to push him. Once they were out on the open road, not really a highway, but a two lane road out of the city, Darren started the conversation asking Cailin about her interest in Ireland and Northern Ireland.
Cailin explained about getting lost on her way to the Antrim Coast and ending up in Mullaghmore. She told Darren about traveling to Ardboe and finding her great grandmother's name on an old memorial at the cemetery and and realizing it was who she was named after. While O'Neill was not her last name, it had always been part of the family name. She told Darren about how she found a relative in Mullaghmore who helped her get started on this journey.
And now to make the connection with where her grandfather had grown up before he left for American, would help her continue this journey.
At this point Cailin realized that she had been doing most of the talking while Darren drove and quietly listened. Finally Cailin had enough of his silence.
“Darren, I know we haven't been on the road for very long, but could we pull over at the next stop?” Darren didn't seem to pick up on Cailin's concern, and probably thought she just needed a rest stop. Little did Cailin, or even Darren know, from this point on, all things would change.
Morning arrived quickly and Cailin showered, dressed and headed downstairs with her bag for some breakfast before Darren arrived and they headed out for the trip to Galway. The trip was 169 miles, but with some sightseeing stops and the fact this was Ireland, it would take all day. They would probably arrive quite late, but with sunset around ten, it would still be light out. It was going to be a long day though.
Cailin thought she remembered Darren saying he would arrive at the B&B by 8am, but here it was 8:15 and there was no sign of Darren. Should she call him? Was she being to anxious? She decided to take her backpack out to the car and as she closed the trunk and turned around she saw Darren walking down the street toward her. It was almost 8:30.
“Sorry, had to take care of a few things,” he muttered mysteriously. “So how are you this morning? Did you sleep well?” he asked as if to brush off his first statement.
“I'm fine, is everything okay?” Cailin couldn't help but wonder if there was something she was missing, but Darren only smiled and nodded back.
“So where's you map, Cailin? I want to make sure you understand the route we are going to take and if there is something you want to see, we'll make a detour so you don't miss anything.”
They spread the map out over the hood of the car and planned the trip. They would head back out through Donegal and then south to Sligo. Cailin wanted to stop by Drumcliffe and see W.B. Yeats tomb and his famous mountain, Ben Bulben. She loved his poetry and just wanted to get a feel for the area. Besides this was where her grandfather had grown up. From there it would be further south to Cong and a visit to the Abbey there. It was an incredible ruin from pictures she had seen. Then on to Galway and west of Galway to Barna and Furbo where Darren's family was located. It would be a very long day.
Darren was unusually quiet at the start of the day. Cailin knew something was not right, she could sense it, but wasn't sure what it was. Was all this friendliness and flirting just a way to get to her? Was he taking advantage to get a ride to Galway? She hoped Darren would share, but was not going to push him. Once they were out on the open road, not really a highway, but a two lane road out of the city, Darren started the conversation asking Cailin about her interest in Ireland and Northern Ireland.
Cailin explained about getting lost on her way to the Antrim Coast and ending up in Mullaghmore. She told Darren about traveling to Ardboe and finding her great grandmother's name on an old memorial at the cemetery and and realizing it was who she was named after. While O'Neill was not her last name, it had always been part of the family name. She told Darren about how she found a relative in Mullaghmore who helped her get started on this journey.
And now to make the connection with where her grandfather had grown up before he left for American, would help her continue this journey.
At this point Cailin realized that she had been doing most of the talking while Darren drove and quietly listened. Finally Cailin had enough of his silence.
“Darren, I know we haven't been on the road for very long, but could we pull over at the next stop?” Darren didn't seem to pick up on Cailin's concern, and probably thought she just needed a rest stop. Little did Cailin, or even Darren know, from this point on, all things would change.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Travels in Eire #13
Cailin woke up a little worse for the wear but decided after a hearty breakfast that she would continue on the tour plan that she set up. Today she would head up to Gleveagh Park at the northern tip of Couty Donegal, and then head back down south and into Budoran or the town of Donegal depending on time.
It was a beautiful drive through the Derryveagh Mountains. Glenveagh was owned off and on by Irish Americans until it was turned over to the Irish government. The castle borders on Lough Veagh and this morning there was a hauntlingly misty fog over the lough. It just added more to the beauty of the area. The gardens were wonderfully manicured and the trails lead Cailin winding in and out of incredible views of the mountains and lough. Cailin was hoping to catch of glimpse of some of the red deer who roam the mountains here as one of the few remaining herds of red deer in Ireland.
Wishing she had a day or two here to hike the trails, Cailin put this location on her list of places to revisit and headed south toward the town of Donegal. The funny thing was that when she arrived at the crossroads on the motorway with one direction going further south to Donegal and the other heading back toward Derry, she suddenly found herself on the road to Derry. She was changing her plan and was not quite sure what was in store for her.
Cailin knew that if she was going to head back to Derry she needed to call Darren. She pulled off the road to grab a quick snack at Letterkenny and dialed his number. “What am I doing?” she asked herself as the phone rang.
“Well, well, Cailin, what can I do for you?” answered Darren.
She could tell by his voice he was pleased that she called.
“Well...,” she paused as she was not quite sure what to tell Darren. “I was coming south from Glenveagh and decided to come back to Derry.”
She waited for a response from Darren that would help her decide if she made a mistake heading back to Derry.
“Cailin, where are you? I can't believe you're coming back! What a very pleasant surprise.” Darren was being cautious with his enthusiasm.
“I'm in Buncarna and will be in Derry in about thirty minutes. Is that okay?” again she was trying to get a feeling as to whether she had made the right decision.
“Let me give you directions to where I am. I'll be off work by the time you are here and we can spend the rest of the day together.”
At last the slightest of a suggestion that Darren might be glad to see her.
She followed the directions into town and drove through the gateway to the hospital entrance finding Darren standing out front waiting for her. She couldn't miss that smile turning into a great grin, and she felt so much more at ease.
“I don't know what possessed me to do this,” she explained apologetically to Darren.
“Well, if you had not come back to Derry, I probably would have taken a day off to come and find you,” Darren chuckled surprising himself.
There was something so comfortable about being with Darren. Cailin had never met a man so easygoing and comfortable with himself. Darren watched Cailin as she seemed to be getting her bearings as a young woman. Smart, intelligent, but still a little unsure of herself, and not really connected yet. He found her openness very appealing.
This time Darren drove the rental car to a beautiful park just on the outside of Derry. They exited the car and walked over to a bench overlooking a pond. As they sat down Darren sat close to Cailin and asked, “Do you mind?” as he put his arm around her shoulders.
Cailin turned, looked into Darren's eyes, smiled and said, “Not at all.”
Cailin recounted her visit to Lough Swilly and how she felt the mystery of the place envelop her. And then told Darren about the beautiful gardens and trails at Glenveagh Park. He loved hearing about his country through Cailin's eyes.
“So what now, Cailin?” Darren asked. Cailin didn't quite know how to respond.
“ I guess I should get back on track and head for Galway. But it's a long drive from here, so I guess I'll be spending the night in Derry.”
Darren had a plan, but was unsure how Cailin would take the idea.
“Cailin, I have the next 3 days off, and like I told you the other day, my parents have a B&B just outside of Galway. I was going to take the train and visit them this weekend. How would you feel if we drove there together tomorrow? You would have a place to stay at the B&B and I could be your tour guide on the way?”
Cailin was thrilled at the idea, but didn't want Darren to think she was too anxious for the trip.
She gathered her emotions together and calmly told Darren that it was a wonderful idea, especially having a personal tour guide. Besides, driving all alone for hours was not what she considered a fun trip! So they sat and planned the next day's trip until dinner time. Darren suggested a little bistro where they went to eat and finalize plans. Cailin would stay at a B&B tonight near where Darren lived so they could get an early start in the morning. After Darren saw Cailin settled in the B&B he left, walking home in the still evening.
It was a beautiful drive through the Derryveagh Mountains. Glenveagh was owned off and on by Irish Americans until it was turned over to the Irish government. The castle borders on Lough Veagh and this morning there was a hauntlingly misty fog over the lough. It just added more to the beauty of the area. The gardens were wonderfully manicured and the trails lead Cailin winding in and out of incredible views of the mountains and lough. Cailin was hoping to catch of glimpse of some of the red deer who roam the mountains here as one of the few remaining herds of red deer in Ireland.
Wishing she had a day or two here to hike the trails, Cailin put this location on her list of places to revisit and headed south toward the town of Donegal. The funny thing was that when she arrived at the crossroads on the motorway with one direction going further south to Donegal and the other heading back toward Derry, she suddenly found herself on the road to Derry. She was changing her plan and was not quite sure what was in store for her.
Cailin knew that if she was going to head back to Derry she needed to call Darren. She pulled off the road to grab a quick snack at Letterkenny and dialed his number. “What am I doing?” she asked herself as the phone rang.
“Well, well, Cailin, what can I do for you?” answered Darren.
She could tell by his voice he was pleased that she called.
“Well...,” she paused as she was not quite sure what to tell Darren. “I was coming south from Glenveagh and decided to come back to Derry.”
She waited for a response from Darren that would help her decide if she made a mistake heading back to Derry.
“Cailin, where are you? I can't believe you're coming back! What a very pleasant surprise.” Darren was being cautious with his enthusiasm.
“I'm in Buncarna and will be in Derry in about thirty minutes. Is that okay?” again she was trying to get a feeling as to whether she had made the right decision.
“Let me give you directions to where I am. I'll be off work by the time you are here and we can spend the rest of the day together.”
At last the slightest of a suggestion that Darren might be glad to see her.
She followed the directions into town and drove through the gateway to the hospital entrance finding Darren standing out front waiting for her. She couldn't miss that smile turning into a great grin, and she felt so much more at ease.
“I don't know what possessed me to do this,” she explained apologetically to Darren.
“Well, if you had not come back to Derry, I probably would have taken a day off to come and find you,” Darren chuckled surprising himself.
There was something so comfortable about being with Darren. Cailin had never met a man so easygoing and comfortable with himself. Darren watched Cailin as she seemed to be getting her bearings as a young woman. Smart, intelligent, but still a little unsure of herself, and not really connected yet. He found her openness very appealing.
This time Darren drove the rental car to a beautiful park just on the outside of Derry. They exited the car and walked over to a bench overlooking a pond. As they sat down Darren sat close to Cailin and asked, “Do you mind?” as he put his arm around her shoulders.
Cailin turned, looked into Darren's eyes, smiled and said, “Not at all.”
Cailin recounted her visit to Lough Swilly and how she felt the mystery of the place envelop her. And then told Darren about the beautiful gardens and trails at Glenveagh Park. He loved hearing about his country through Cailin's eyes.
“So what now, Cailin?” Darren asked. Cailin didn't quite know how to respond.
“ I guess I should get back on track and head for Galway. But it's a long drive from here, so I guess I'll be spending the night in Derry.”
Darren had a plan, but was unsure how Cailin would take the idea.
“Cailin, I have the next 3 days off, and like I told you the other day, my parents have a B&B just outside of Galway. I was going to take the train and visit them this weekend. How would you feel if we drove there together tomorrow? You would have a place to stay at the B&B and I could be your tour guide on the way?”
Cailin was thrilled at the idea, but didn't want Darren to think she was too anxious for the trip.
She gathered her emotions together and calmly told Darren that it was a wonderful idea, especially having a personal tour guide. Besides, driving all alone for hours was not what she considered a fun trip! So they sat and planned the next day's trip until dinner time. Darren suggested a little bistro where they went to eat and finalize plans. Cailin would stay at a B&B tonight near where Darren lived so they could get an early start in the morning. After Darren saw Cailin settled in the B&B he left, walking home in the still evening.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Travels in Eire #12
Cailin headed west from Derry leaving Northern Ireland toward Lough Swilly in County Donegal. There was no border, no guards, as there might have been years ago. The road signs were slightly different, and location signs were in both Gaelic and English now. Lough Swilly was a great resort area in the summer but it was also steeped in history. There were many stone age monuments, the Martello towers, and the story of the Flight of the Earls. Cailin had read about all of this before coming to Ireland. She loved the history of the area and wanted to take it all in. After stopping several times to sight see, she saw a sign for a cottage B&B and stopped by to see if there was a room available. A little elderly lady came to the door with a crisp white apron tied loosely around her tiny waist and introduced herself as Maeve, the owner. She welcomed Cailin showing her the one room available on the second floor. Cailin was amazed when she looked out the window and saw an incredible view of the lough from her room. She also sensed the smell of something baking downstairs and followed the scent down to the neatly set dining room where tea and scones had been set out for the guests. The room was flooded with the sunlight of the day and one side was full of windows looking out to the lough. Cailin picked up a warm scone from the display table, put some butter on the plate and some whiskey marmalade. Seating herself at a small table by a window she poured a cup of tea and enjoyed the warmth of the sun and flavors of this great treat. No sooner had she settled in than her cell phone rang. As she looked at the caller ID, she grinned. It was Darren.
“Are you missing me already?” she answered the phone.
“You bet,” Darren replied. “Just wanted to make sure you arrived in one piece. I also wanted to make sure you know that if you need anything you can just call. I know people all around the countryside and can get you help. Or I'll come and find you myself to help.”
After a short chat Cailin hung up, but the smile was still there as she gazed out the window. Maeve stopped by her table to ask if everything was okay.
“You look so lost in thought, lassie.”
“It's fine, I'm just enjoying my trip so very much,” Cailin responded. “I think I'll take a walk out by the lough this afternoon.”
“Be wary while you are there. There's many a story about how the lough is dangerous and how many have lost their lives there. It's truly a mysterious place at times.”
Cailin bid a good afternoon to Maeve, and with the warning in the back of her mind headed down to the shore for a stroll. The beach was actually deserted this afternoon as the clouds were out. The lough is extremely deep and the water a dark gray from the sky's reflection. Cailin could see how this scene could be ominous and foreboding. Yet this mysterious lough had a magical pull to it, almost mesmerizing. A chill ran up her spine and she shuddered. It was time to head back. Cailin sensed a sadness here. Or maybe it was just her.
It must have been hours that she was gone, even though it only felt like a short time. She checked her watch and it was past seven. As she walked back toward the B&B she stopped at a pub for some supper and a hot whiskey. Here she noticed as many times before that while she was welcomed in the pub, there were no other women. As she sat at the bar she asked the barman about this. He explained that most women in the countryside are at home during the week and come out to the pubs on the weekend when there is music, mostly Thursday and Saturday nights, and some Sunday afternoons. Since this was a weekday, it's mostly the men after work.
“Why is there no music on Friday night? Cailin asked.
“We don't need music to pull in the crowds on Friday, missy. It's payday and everyone heads to the pub on Friday after work,” he responded smiling.
It was a quiet night in the pub, and Cailin noticed that it was getting late. She would be heading up to the northern most point in County Donegal tomorrow and wanted to get a good night's rest. She said her goodnight to the barman and headed back to the B&B. When she got to her room, she took a last look out the window to see the moon setting over the lough. It was an eerie look. Cailin pulled the curtains closed and curled up under the down covers to a restless night's sleep. She dreamed of waves washing over her and trying to pull her into the lough. Must have been the stories that Maeve put into her head earlier in the day.
“Are you missing me already?” she answered the phone.
“You bet,” Darren replied. “Just wanted to make sure you arrived in one piece. I also wanted to make sure you know that if you need anything you can just call. I know people all around the countryside and can get you help. Or I'll come and find you myself to help.”
After a short chat Cailin hung up, but the smile was still there as she gazed out the window. Maeve stopped by her table to ask if everything was okay.
“You look so lost in thought, lassie.”
“It's fine, I'm just enjoying my trip so very much,” Cailin responded. “I think I'll take a walk out by the lough this afternoon.”
“Be wary while you are there. There's many a story about how the lough is dangerous and how many have lost their lives there. It's truly a mysterious place at times.”
Cailin bid a good afternoon to Maeve, and with the warning in the back of her mind headed down to the shore for a stroll. The beach was actually deserted this afternoon as the clouds were out. The lough is extremely deep and the water a dark gray from the sky's reflection. Cailin could see how this scene could be ominous and foreboding. Yet this mysterious lough had a magical pull to it, almost mesmerizing. A chill ran up her spine and she shuddered. It was time to head back. Cailin sensed a sadness here. Or maybe it was just her.
It must have been hours that she was gone, even though it only felt like a short time. She checked her watch and it was past seven. As she walked back toward the B&B she stopped at a pub for some supper and a hot whiskey. Here she noticed as many times before that while she was welcomed in the pub, there were no other women. As she sat at the bar she asked the barman about this. He explained that most women in the countryside are at home during the week and come out to the pubs on the weekend when there is music, mostly Thursday and Saturday nights, and some Sunday afternoons. Since this was a weekday, it's mostly the men after work.
“Why is there no music on Friday night? Cailin asked.
“We don't need music to pull in the crowds on Friday, missy. It's payday and everyone heads to the pub on Friday after work,” he responded smiling.
It was a quiet night in the pub, and Cailin noticed that it was getting late. She would be heading up to the northern most point in County Donegal tomorrow and wanted to get a good night's rest. She said her goodnight to the barman and headed back to the B&B. When she got to her room, she took a last look out the window to see the moon setting over the lough. It was an eerie look. Cailin pulled the curtains closed and curled up under the down covers to a restless night's sleep. She dreamed of waves washing over her and trying to pull her into the lough. Must have been the stories that Maeve put into her head earlier in the day.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Travels in Eire #11
The sun came streaming through the window as Cailin rolled over to look at the clock. She was amazed to see it was 11:30 and jumped out of bed realizing she only had about an hour and a half to get ready to meet Darren for lunch. She also had to check out by noon and get her backpack returned to her car for when she left later in the day.
Cailin was trying to stay faithful to the plan that she had created with Rorey so that she could see the most of the country while here on vacation, but she was beginning to question this idea now that she had met Darren. Caution was her middle name when it came to men, but something was different here in Ireland. She never would have gone alone to a concert and then an after-party till the wee hours of the morning having just met a man in the in the states. Here she felt more at ease, or maybe she was being more adventurous. She really didn't care as she was having a great time.
She quickly showered, packed her backpack and headed down the stairs to the lobby. It was just after noon as Cailin checked out and turned around to see Darren standing behind her with that incredible smile of his. Today he was dressed in dark wash jeans and a crisply ironed dark shirt. Somewhere between his band casual and work casual. It suited him well.
“I was ready early so I thought I'd hang out in the lobby and wait for you,” his statement almost gave up his enthusiasm.
Cailin could do nothing but smile back. She was thrilled to see Darren already in the lobby.
“I have to put my backpack in my car before we go to lunch, if you don't mind,” Cailin told Darren.
“No problem,” Darren said grabbing the backpack and slinging it over his shoulder as they walked out of the hotel.
After dropping off her backpack, Cailin and Darren headed past the archway of one of the gates and into the city center. The streets and sidewalks were narrow and Darren put his hand on the small of Cailin's back to help guide her. It pulled the two of them closer together and Cailin felt her pulse rise with the warmth of Darren's hand on her back. As they walked Cailin asked Darren about his family and how he ended up in Derry working at the hospital.
Darren explained that he grew up in the Galway area, out on the Connemara Coast. His mom worked in a hospital in Galway, and his dad ran their B&B. His grandfather, who lived with them, was a champion whistle player and he grew up with the likes of some of the best musicians always visiting around his house, especially the famous Luke Kelly. Darren attended Galway University and majored in business. When it came time to find a job Darren found this clerk job in the Derry Children's hospital. One day they needed help with a fund raising project and asked for Darren's help. It was this one event that gave Darren the chance to prove himself and he did in a big way. The rest is all history, as Darren explained.
Cailin and Darren had walked quite a while and ended up at the Indigo Cafe on Shipquay Street. Definitely not a tourist spot and Cailin got the feeling that this was another location where many musicians gathered. Darren guided her inside, nodded at the barman as they headed to a snug in the corner. It was quiet inside and Darren sat next to Cailin instead of across from her. Cailin had no qualms about this, and was not bothered at all by the fact that they were sitting so close to each other.
Darren explained that why Indigo was not fancy, they had some great grub. Cailin let Darren order for her and was not disappointed. They shared a plate of cold smoked salmon and capers with brown bread, followed by a bowl of vegetable soup, and desert of a wine poached pear. Darren obviously had a great palate for delicious food. Just another thing that impressed Cailin.
Now that lunch was over, it was time for Cailin to think about getting on the road to her next destination. She hesitated mentioning this to Darren, but as so many times before, Darren was able to sense her concern.
“Cailin, I know you have something you need to do here in Ireland, and I don't want to keep you from that. I do want to make sure I don't lose touch with you and hopefully can see you before you go home,” Darren voiced everything that Cailin wanted to say.
Cailin could not have responded if she wanted to.
As Darren walked Cailin back to her car he reached for her hand, but instead put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. Cailin was very aware that this connection they had was something very special. As they reached the car Darren pulled out his cell phone and asked Cailin for her number, entering it right then. Cailin did the same. As she turned to open the car door, Darren put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around, leaning in and gently kissing Cailin.
“Hopefully that will keep me on your mind,” Darren joked as he pulled away and once again flashed that incredible smile that made Cailin smile.
“You're a hard one not to forget, Darren,” Cailin joked back and climbed into the driver's seat. “I'll be in touch, and hope you will too.”
As she pulled away, Cailin could see Darren in her rear view mirror. He made her feel so very happy.
Cailin was trying to stay faithful to the plan that she had created with Rorey so that she could see the most of the country while here on vacation, but she was beginning to question this idea now that she had met Darren. Caution was her middle name when it came to men, but something was different here in Ireland. She never would have gone alone to a concert and then an after-party till the wee hours of the morning having just met a man in the in the states. Here she felt more at ease, or maybe she was being more adventurous. She really didn't care as she was having a great time.
She quickly showered, packed her backpack and headed down the stairs to the lobby. It was just after noon as Cailin checked out and turned around to see Darren standing behind her with that incredible smile of his. Today he was dressed in dark wash jeans and a crisply ironed dark shirt. Somewhere between his band casual and work casual. It suited him well.
“I was ready early so I thought I'd hang out in the lobby and wait for you,” his statement almost gave up his enthusiasm.
Cailin could do nothing but smile back. She was thrilled to see Darren already in the lobby.
“I have to put my backpack in my car before we go to lunch, if you don't mind,” Cailin told Darren.
“No problem,” Darren said grabbing the backpack and slinging it over his shoulder as they walked out of the hotel.
After dropping off her backpack, Cailin and Darren headed past the archway of one of the gates and into the city center. The streets and sidewalks were narrow and Darren put his hand on the small of Cailin's back to help guide her. It pulled the two of them closer together and Cailin felt her pulse rise with the warmth of Darren's hand on her back. As they walked Cailin asked Darren about his family and how he ended up in Derry working at the hospital.
Darren explained that he grew up in the Galway area, out on the Connemara Coast. His mom worked in a hospital in Galway, and his dad ran their B&B. His grandfather, who lived with them, was a champion whistle player and he grew up with the likes of some of the best musicians always visiting around his house, especially the famous Luke Kelly. Darren attended Galway University and majored in business. When it came time to find a job Darren found this clerk job in the Derry Children's hospital. One day they needed help with a fund raising project and asked for Darren's help. It was this one event that gave Darren the chance to prove himself and he did in a big way. The rest is all history, as Darren explained.
Cailin and Darren had walked quite a while and ended up at the Indigo Cafe on Shipquay Street. Definitely not a tourist spot and Cailin got the feeling that this was another location where many musicians gathered. Darren guided her inside, nodded at the barman as they headed to a snug in the corner. It was quiet inside and Darren sat next to Cailin instead of across from her. Cailin had no qualms about this, and was not bothered at all by the fact that they were sitting so close to each other.
Darren explained that why Indigo was not fancy, they had some great grub. Cailin let Darren order for her and was not disappointed. They shared a plate of cold smoked salmon and capers with brown bread, followed by a bowl of vegetable soup, and desert of a wine poached pear. Darren obviously had a great palate for delicious food. Just another thing that impressed Cailin.
Now that lunch was over, it was time for Cailin to think about getting on the road to her next destination. She hesitated mentioning this to Darren, but as so many times before, Darren was able to sense her concern.
“Cailin, I know you have something you need to do here in Ireland, and I don't want to keep you from that. I do want to make sure I don't lose touch with you and hopefully can see you before you go home,” Darren voiced everything that Cailin wanted to say.
Cailin could not have responded if she wanted to.
As Darren walked Cailin back to her car he reached for her hand, but instead put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. Cailin was very aware that this connection they had was something very special. As they reached the car Darren pulled out his cell phone and asked Cailin for her number, entering it right then. Cailin did the same. As she turned to open the car door, Darren put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around, leaning in and gently kissing Cailin.
“Hopefully that will keep me on your mind,” Darren joked as he pulled away and once again flashed that incredible smile that made Cailin smile.
“You're a hard one not to forget, Darren,” Cailin joked back and climbed into the driver's seat. “I'll be in touch, and hope you will too.”
As she pulled away, Cailin could see Darren in her rear view mirror. He made her feel so very happy.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Travels in Eire #10
Darren and Cailin exited the Forum by the front door. Their conversation was mostly about the concert that night with Darren asking her which groups she liked best, and telling her some background information on each of the groups. When there was a short pause in their chatter, Cailin seized the moment to bring up Darren's transformation from band groupie to professional fund raiser. “Just because I have a regular nine to five job doesn't mean I have to stay that way all the time." he chuckled and smiled. “I love music. For a long time I was in a band and hoped that would be my calling in life, but I guess I was meant to do other things.”
“At least you have found a way to stay in touch with your dream,” Cailin responded. “That's a rarity for so many people.”
“We're here,” Darren said, as they arrived at a large eclectic restaurant. “No one had a chance to eat before the show, so those who are staying in Derry tonight decided to meet here for some craic.”
He lead her upstairs to a large room decorated with pop art and bright colors and tables set for a crowd. There were a few people standing around talking as they moved into the room and Darren returned their waves. And so began Cailin's introduction to the energetic nightlife in Derry.
Darren lead Cailin around introducing her to so many musicians her head was spinning. She was trying desperately to remember everyone's name and the band they were with, but it was futile. Darren could see this and told her not to worry, as often the musicians played with more than one band and even he could not keep track. Again, Cailin seemed to be the center of discussion for those who had never been to America. They had so many questions, many about music that Cailin could not answer. The room was full of chatter and laughter. Toasts of “Slainte!” could be heard everywhere. And then the food came. It must have been ordered before as Cailin never saw anyone with a menu. Again, Darren could sense Cailin's question before she asked and told her that the hospital pays for the food, ordered in advance, as compensation for the hard work of the musicians. This restaurant gives an ample break on the price as part of their donation. Simple, but hardy fare. And Darren barely got finished explaining this when Cailin heard the sound of a strumming guitar. The after party was in full swing with the musicians performing for and with each other.
The party continued until the wee hours of the morning. In fact, Cailin didn't remember what time she and Darren left. She was floating with a little too much Guinness and music running through her head. Darren walked her back to her hotel and up to her room. Suddenly Cailin realized that she had actually had a date tonight with Darren and he was “walking her home”. At this thought, she immediately tensed up, and Darren took note.
“Cailin, I just wanted to make sure you arrived safe and sound back to your room. I did tell you earlier I'm not a creepy bloke!” and the hallway filled with his laughter.
Cailin lowered her head with embarrassment. “I...I...I just had such a good time and didn't want you to....”
“Cailin, I'm not that kind of guy, please”, he interrupted. “But I do have a request, if you are interested.”
Looking back up into Darren's smiling face Cailin nodded. It was uncanny how Darren knew her thoughts and questions before they were voiced.
“Would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow? I'd really like to see you again, and I doubt that either one of us will be up before noon!”
“Darren, that sounds great!” Cailin struggled to control her enthusiasm.
“Then I”ll pick you up in the lobby about one, okay?” and as he finished his question he leaned over, catching Cailin by surprise, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Cailin nodded again, speechless, and could feel the flush of her face. Darren flashed that incredible smile, reached around Cailin to open the door of her room for her, and turned to go down the hall, “Get a good night's rest.” And he headed for the stairs.
Cailin let herself into the room, locked the door, changed quickly and jumped into the bed. OMG!!! He's so, so......, and she never finished as she fell sound asleep.
“At least you have found a way to stay in touch with your dream,” Cailin responded. “That's a rarity for so many people.”
“We're here,” Darren said, as they arrived at a large eclectic restaurant. “No one had a chance to eat before the show, so those who are staying in Derry tonight decided to meet here for some craic.”
He lead her upstairs to a large room decorated with pop art and bright colors and tables set for a crowd. There were a few people standing around talking as they moved into the room and Darren returned their waves. And so began Cailin's introduction to the energetic nightlife in Derry.
Darren lead Cailin around introducing her to so many musicians her head was spinning. She was trying desperately to remember everyone's name and the band they were with, but it was futile. Darren could see this and told her not to worry, as often the musicians played with more than one band and even he could not keep track. Again, Cailin seemed to be the center of discussion for those who had never been to America. They had so many questions, many about music that Cailin could not answer. The room was full of chatter and laughter. Toasts of “Slainte!” could be heard everywhere. And then the food came. It must have been ordered before as Cailin never saw anyone with a menu. Again, Darren could sense Cailin's question before she asked and told her that the hospital pays for the food, ordered in advance, as compensation for the hard work of the musicians. This restaurant gives an ample break on the price as part of their donation. Simple, but hardy fare. And Darren barely got finished explaining this when Cailin heard the sound of a strumming guitar. The after party was in full swing with the musicians performing for and with each other.
The party continued until the wee hours of the morning. In fact, Cailin didn't remember what time she and Darren left. She was floating with a little too much Guinness and music running through her head. Darren walked her back to her hotel and up to her room. Suddenly Cailin realized that she had actually had a date tonight with Darren and he was “walking her home”. At this thought, she immediately tensed up, and Darren took note.
“Cailin, I just wanted to make sure you arrived safe and sound back to your room. I did tell you earlier I'm not a creepy bloke!” and the hallway filled with his laughter.
Cailin lowered her head with embarrassment. “I...I...I just had such a good time and didn't want you to....”
“Cailin, I'm not that kind of guy, please”, he interrupted. “But I do have a request, if you are interested.”
Looking back up into Darren's smiling face Cailin nodded. It was uncanny how Darren knew her thoughts and questions before they were voiced.
“Would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow? I'd really like to see you again, and I doubt that either one of us will be up before noon!”
“Darren, that sounds great!” Cailin struggled to control her enthusiasm.
“Then I”ll pick you up in the lobby about one, okay?” and as he finished his question he leaned over, catching Cailin by surprise, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Cailin nodded again, speechless, and could feel the flush of her face. Darren flashed that incredible smile, reached around Cailin to open the door of her room for her, and turned to go down the hall, “Get a good night's rest.” And he headed for the stairs.
Cailin let herself into the room, locked the door, changed quickly and jumped into the bed. OMG!!! He's so, so......, and she never finished as she fell sound asleep.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Travels in Eire #9
Cailin found her way back to the parking lot, and to her car. She had a unique way to make sure she didn't have to lug her suitcase around everywhere. She opened the trunk of the car and pulled out the overnight backpack she had prepared that morning before leaving Magherafeld. Slinging the backpack over her shoulders she headed to the hotel that Rorey had marked for her to stay at when she was in Derry and got checked in for the night. With the information from the the desk clerk as to a place to go for dinner, Cailin headed out for the evening. The show at the Forum didn't start until 8PM, so Cailin had plenty of time. As she wandered the streets around the hotel she came across a lively pub called Sandino's down a side street, but hesitated entering as the outside was filled with what looked like a motorcycle convention. Was this the place she had heard about where so many rock bands performed? Possibly.
Turning around the corner and heading toward the Millennium Forum she found the small diner that had been recommended to her by the clerk. Time for some fish and chips tonight. Although she never really like them at home, somehow, here, in Ireland, they tasted different and they here they always come with something called mushy peas. Maybe the fact that so much of the food comes right off the farm to local produce sellers. No frozen peas here. And to wash is all down a wonderful Guinness. The fish was fresh and lightly battered, not overly done. And the large steak-style chips were hot and crispy on the outside. Cailin was full halfway through the meal.
It was still light outside. as it is in the summer in Ireland. And would stay light until around 10:30, but Cailin noticed it was about 7:30 and wanted to make sure to find the Forum, and purchase her ticket. It was only about a block away and the line was short. She hoped that Darren was able to get a lot of people to come for this worthwhile performance. Cailin had not really looked at the flier that Darren had given to her. She was not really familiar with any bands from the area, so it really didn't matter, but was curious as to who the bands were. As she perused the list she was surprised to see some names that struck her as quite strange. So different from the names of American groups that she followed. She was anxious to hear the music of these interesting groups.
She purchased her ticket, not having any idea as to where she was going to be sitting, but the person at the box office assured her it was s good seat since she was only purchasing a single seat. As she entered this amazing building, she took note that it was relatively new and designed with a very modern flair. Inside she headed to her seat in the third row, definitely a good seat.
The stage was wide open as this was a musical performance by multiple groups and people were scurrying around the stage. As she watched she noticed Darren. At one point he looked up and out to the audience. Cailin sheepishly waived at him since there were not too many people around yet. To her surprise, a huge smile crossed his face and he waived back. He was still in his jeans and t-shirt from earlier in the day. Her thoughts suddenly wandered to how handsome a lad he was. He had to be about the same age as Cailin. He seemed so focused when they met earlier, even though it was for such a short time. And while she was busy thinking this, she suddenly realized that Darren had jumped down from the stage and was standing beside her!
“Hi, again, Cailin,” he said to her with such a wonderful smile, it was hard to resist.
“Hi, Darren. This is a great place. I can't wait to hear all the music tonight,” she eagerly replied.
“Cailin, I know we just met this afternoon, but I was wondering if you have any plans for after the show tonight? I promise, I'm not a creepy guy.”
“A few of the people on the crew are going out to celebrate and I love to take you along. They'd love meeting an American visitor.”
Cailin was stunned. She wasn't quite sure, but Darren's disarming smile gave her the feeling that all would be fine. And since he promised that they would not be alone, she agreed to wait for him after the show.
As Darren hopped back up on to the stage he turned back and flashed that wonderful smile again. Cailin took a close look at this disarming man. His light brown shaggy hair, slight dimples and smile would get to anyone. He was tall, over 6 feet, and muscular, but not bulky. Quite the handsome Irishman.
Darren disappeared behind the stage and Cailin got settled into her seat looking around at all the people coming in for the show. About 15 minutes later the lights began to dim, and the audience started cheering. A lone figure stepped out onto the stage, wearing dress slacks and a crisp white shirt. It was Darren! He sure did clean up fine. He looked even better dressed so professionally like this.
It seems Darren was keeping a few things from Cailin. Specifically like the information that he was the hospital organizer for this kind of fund raiser. As he spoke to the audience about how important it was to support this cause Cailin noted how articulate he was and how confident. Was this the lad she met this afternoon? And as he spoke to the audience at one point he turned and looked at her and flashed just the hint of a smile, knowing all the while this was such a surprise to Cailin. She caught her breath and suddenly realized that her pulse was running a mile a minute. Before she could think any more about what was happening the music began and Darren disappeared behind the stage.
The night was electric with fun and funky music. Rock and soul, traditional and new. Bands and solo singers. Cailin was so happy Darren found her and told her about this. Between acts Darren would come out, talk about the charity, and introduce the next act. Each time just glancing over to her for the shortest of moments with that smile. Before she knew it, the show ended. As people left the venue, Cailin lingered behind, not sure where she would be meeting Darren. It wasn't more than 10 minutes before he came bounding out from behind the curtains and jumping off the stage wearing his jeans and t-shirt again. Cailin knew she was in for something special.
Turning around the corner and heading toward the Millennium Forum she found the small diner that had been recommended to her by the clerk. Time for some fish and chips tonight. Although she never really like them at home, somehow, here, in Ireland, they tasted different and they here they always come with something called mushy peas. Maybe the fact that so much of the food comes right off the farm to local produce sellers. No frozen peas here. And to wash is all down a wonderful Guinness. The fish was fresh and lightly battered, not overly done. And the large steak-style chips were hot and crispy on the outside. Cailin was full halfway through the meal.
It was still light outside. as it is in the summer in Ireland. And would stay light until around 10:30, but Cailin noticed it was about 7:30 and wanted to make sure to find the Forum, and purchase her ticket. It was only about a block away and the line was short. She hoped that Darren was able to get a lot of people to come for this worthwhile performance. Cailin had not really looked at the flier that Darren had given to her. She was not really familiar with any bands from the area, so it really didn't matter, but was curious as to who the bands were. As she perused the list she was surprised to see some names that struck her as quite strange. So different from the names of American groups that she followed. She was anxious to hear the music of these interesting groups.
She purchased her ticket, not having any idea as to where she was going to be sitting, but the person at the box office assured her it was s good seat since she was only purchasing a single seat. As she entered this amazing building, she took note that it was relatively new and designed with a very modern flair. Inside she headed to her seat in the third row, definitely a good seat.
The stage was wide open as this was a musical performance by multiple groups and people were scurrying around the stage. As she watched she noticed Darren. At one point he looked up and out to the audience. Cailin sheepishly waived at him since there were not too many people around yet. To her surprise, a huge smile crossed his face and he waived back. He was still in his jeans and t-shirt from earlier in the day. Her thoughts suddenly wandered to how handsome a lad he was. He had to be about the same age as Cailin. He seemed so focused when they met earlier, even though it was for such a short time. And while she was busy thinking this, she suddenly realized that Darren had jumped down from the stage and was standing beside her!
“Hi, again, Cailin,” he said to her with such a wonderful smile, it was hard to resist.
“Hi, Darren. This is a great place. I can't wait to hear all the music tonight,” she eagerly replied.
“Cailin, I know we just met this afternoon, but I was wondering if you have any plans for after the show tonight? I promise, I'm not a creepy guy.”
“A few of the people on the crew are going out to celebrate and I love to take you along. They'd love meeting an American visitor.”
Cailin was stunned. She wasn't quite sure, but Darren's disarming smile gave her the feeling that all would be fine. And since he promised that they would not be alone, she agreed to wait for him after the show.
As Darren hopped back up on to the stage he turned back and flashed that wonderful smile again. Cailin took a close look at this disarming man. His light brown shaggy hair, slight dimples and smile would get to anyone. He was tall, over 6 feet, and muscular, but not bulky. Quite the handsome Irishman.
Darren disappeared behind the stage and Cailin got settled into her seat looking around at all the people coming in for the show. About 15 minutes later the lights began to dim, and the audience started cheering. A lone figure stepped out onto the stage, wearing dress slacks and a crisp white shirt. It was Darren! He sure did clean up fine. He looked even better dressed so professionally like this.
It seems Darren was keeping a few things from Cailin. Specifically like the information that he was the hospital organizer for this kind of fund raiser. As he spoke to the audience about how important it was to support this cause Cailin noted how articulate he was and how confident. Was this the lad she met this afternoon? And as he spoke to the audience at one point he turned and looked at her and flashed just the hint of a smile, knowing all the while this was such a surprise to Cailin. She caught her breath and suddenly realized that her pulse was running a mile a minute. Before she could think any more about what was happening the music began and Darren disappeared behind the stage.
The night was electric with fun and funky music. Rock and soul, traditional and new. Bands and solo singers. Cailin was so happy Darren found her and told her about this. Between acts Darren would come out, talk about the charity, and introduce the next act. Each time just glancing over to her for the shortest of moments with that smile. Before she knew it, the show ended. As people left the venue, Cailin lingered behind, not sure where she would be meeting Darren. It wasn't more than 10 minutes before he came bounding out from behind the curtains and jumping off the stage wearing his jeans and t-shirt again. Cailin knew she was in for something special.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Travels in Eire #8
As Cailin drove through the countryside, she realized that she was more at ease driving on the left-hand side of the road. It definitely was not as awkward as it was when she first rented the car 5 days ago. She stopped often to take in the sites of the farmland and rolling hillsides. Here in Northern Ireland the land was mostly flat with small hills. She was heading to Derry, the Walled City. Cailin had heard so much about these ancient walls and how the city was called Derry, or Londonderry, depending on who you talked to. There were also some amazing artist murals painted on the sides of buildings as a reminder of times of The Troubles. Navigating around a city this size was really a challenge. Cailin found a multilevel parking lot just after she crossed the bridge into the city and breathed a sigh of relief. Here she could leave the car all day, or more, to stay overnight, if she chose.
Right across the street from the parking lot was the Tourist Office. Always the best place to go to get your bearings. She found out about a bus tour around the city to see the main sights. This was an easy choice. For a short while Cailin would be a typical tourist. The bus was full of young people wanting to see all the sights, too, with a couple of families, and older folk. A great mix. Cailin found a set near the window, camera at the ready.
As the bus circled around the Peace Statue that Cailin passed as she came across the bridge, she could now really get the feeling for the statue. Two young men standing on separate walls reaching out a hand in peace to each other. What a striking symbol for the fragile peace that seems to always be on the brink of falling apart. As they traveled on, Cailin saw the Guildhall, St. Columba's Cathedral, and all the new construction aimed at revitalizing this town. And then the most impressive site for her, the “You are now entering a free Derry” wall. From then on there were many buildings with the famous paintings reflecting scenes of what had happened during the discord in Northern Ireland. And the memorial for those 14 who lost their lives in the first few minutes. She had read about this, but it never touched her more than when she saw the murals, and the boglands.
After the bus tour Cailin headed around the corner from the Tourist Office to the huge shopping center. This was such a reflection of modern Derry. Multiple stories with more store than you could count. Across the way she she could see the relatively new Millennium Forum. Maybe there would be a concert there that she could catch tonight. After a quick lunch in the shopping center, Cailin exited the opposite door and found herself at one of the main gates for the Derry walls. It was Ferry Quay (pronounced key). She climbed the steps and started her journey around the ancient city by walking the walls. At her first stop Cailin found she could get a card and have it stamped at each location. At the end, it would show that she had walked the walls of Derry. What a fun thought and she was off on her way.
It was easy to see what a fortress the city could be protected by these walls. The top side of the walls were wide enough for a cart and horse, and more. Some still had cannons mounted. There were 4 gates. Most were pretty narrow by current standards, but cars still traveled through. Just past one gate was a guard tower that appeared to be still occupied. A very disconcerting thought. As Cailin stopped to look at the view beyond the city from one area, she was approached by a young good-looking man.
“Would you like to hear some good music tonight, miss?” he asked. “We have a gig playing not too far from here.” He handed her a flier with the information.
“I might consider it,” she replied.
“You must be American,” he smiled. “By the way, I'm Darren Come and say 'hey' if you go. It's going to be a great night. We're doing a benefit for children in need at the local hospital. There will be some other bands, and musicians. It's at the Forum.”
Cailin was thrilled to find a performance she would readily support and enjoy. “Looks like I've found my evening entertainment and I'm Cailin, “ she nodded, thinking to herself it might be nice to see this handsome lad again.
“Look forward to seeing you, Cailin. Great Irish name for a pretty American lass,” Darren grinned back at her. “Need to get the rest of these fliers out. Slan.”
Right across the street from the parking lot was the Tourist Office. Always the best place to go to get your bearings. She found out about a bus tour around the city to see the main sights. This was an easy choice. For a short while Cailin would be a typical tourist. The bus was full of young people wanting to see all the sights, too, with a couple of families, and older folk. A great mix. Cailin found a set near the window, camera at the ready.
As the bus circled around the Peace Statue that Cailin passed as she came across the bridge, she could now really get the feeling for the statue. Two young men standing on separate walls reaching out a hand in peace to each other. What a striking symbol for the fragile peace that seems to always be on the brink of falling apart. As they traveled on, Cailin saw the Guildhall, St. Columba's Cathedral, and all the new construction aimed at revitalizing this town. And then the most impressive site for her, the “You are now entering a free Derry” wall. From then on there were many buildings with the famous paintings reflecting scenes of what had happened during the discord in Northern Ireland. And the memorial for those 14 who lost their lives in the first few minutes. She had read about this, but it never touched her more than when she saw the murals, and the boglands.
After the bus tour Cailin headed around the corner from the Tourist Office to the huge shopping center. This was such a reflection of modern Derry. Multiple stories with more store than you could count. Across the way she she could see the relatively new Millennium Forum. Maybe there would be a concert there that she could catch tonight. After a quick lunch in the shopping center, Cailin exited the opposite door and found herself at one of the main gates for the Derry walls. It was Ferry Quay (pronounced key). She climbed the steps and started her journey around the ancient city by walking the walls. At her first stop Cailin found she could get a card and have it stamped at each location. At the end, it would show that she had walked the walls of Derry. What a fun thought and she was off on her way.
It was easy to see what a fortress the city could be protected by these walls. The top side of the walls were wide enough for a cart and horse, and more. Some still had cannons mounted. There were 4 gates. Most were pretty narrow by current standards, but cars still traveled through. Just past one gate was a guard tower that appeared to be still occupied. A very disconcerting thought. As Cailin stopped to look at the view beyond the city from one area, she was approached by a young good-looking man.
“Would you like to hear some good music tonight, miss?” he asked. “We have a gig playing not too far from here.” He handed her a flier with the information.
“I might consider it,” she replied.
“You must be American,” he smiled. “By the way, I'm Darren Come and say 'hey' if you go. It's going to be a great night. We're doing a benefit for children in need at the local hospital. There will be some other bands, and musicians. It's at the Forum.”
Cailin was thrilled to find a performance she would readily support and enjoy. “Looks like I've found my evening entertainment and I'm Cailin, “ she nodded, thinking to herself it might be nice to see this handsome lad again.
“Look forward to seeing you, Cailin. Great Irish name for a pretty American lass,” Darren grinned back at her. “Need to get the rest of these fliers out. Slan.”
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Travels in Eire #7
Cailin was almost afraid to turn around. She was embarrassed about crying, but also a little hesitant to find out who was there.
“I see you found the family,” a strong smokey voice stated. And Cailin whirled around to see Rorey.
“What?” she queried indignantly, totally surprised to see Rorey standing behind her.
“You needed to find them on your own. I just couldn't tell you. This was your discovery to make. I'm glad to feel so attached,” Rorey explained.
“How...how, did you know? What am I missing?” she asked.
Rorey went on to explain that after talking to her in the cafe, and hearing the story of her grandmother, seeing what she looked like, he knew she was part of the O'Neill family. And so was he!
Rorey's great-grandfather was Nial O'Neill, the brother of Cailin O'Neill, Cailin's great-grandmother. So that made Rorey and Cailin third generation cousins. Cailin now understood why she felt so comfortable with Rorey, and not in a romantic way. They were family.
“But why send me on this journey?” she asked.
“I knew if you were interested, you would take the time to examine the tombstones when I sent you to Ardboe,” he explained. “I figured that you would be here today, so I made the trip from Mullaghmore. I needed to know how you felt about the family. So many people come here looking for a connection and don't find it. You did.”
As they talked Rorey filled her in more about the O'Neill family. And as the afternoon came and went the wind came up off Lough Neagh, and the air became chilly. Rorey could see that Cailin was getting cold and suggested they return to Coalisland to O'Neill's pub for some warm soup and soda bread. And yes, he explained, O'Neill's was owned by another family member.
This was hardly the vacation that Cailin was expecting, but she suddenly felt very connected to this country and the people. Her family had been here for hundreds of years. After more discussion with Rorey, he encouraged her to continue on this trip and return to Mullaghmore where he would be waiting.
Cailin and Rorey parted ways and Cailin headed to Magherafelt for the night. She found another great B&B with a pub close by. More music and great conversation met her here. She realized that she really didn't feel alone anymore.
“I see you found the family,” a strong smokey voice stated. And Cailin whirled around to see Rorey.
“What?” she queried indignantly, totally surprised to see Rorey standing behind her.
“You needed to find them on your own. I just couldn't tell you. This was your discovery to make. I'm glad to feel so attached,” Rorey explained.
“How...how, did you know? What am I missing?” she asked.
Rorey went on to explain that after talking to her in the cafe, and hearing the story of her grandmother, seeing what she looked like, he knew she was part of the O'Neill family. And so was he!
Rorey's great-grandfather was Nial O'Neill, the brother of Cailin O'Neill, Cailin's great-grandmother. So that made Rorey and Cailin third generation cousins. Cailin now understood why she felt so comfortable with Rorey, and not in a romantic way. They were family.
“But why send me on this journey?” she asked.
“I knew if you were interested, you would take the time to examine the tombstones when I sent you to Ardboe,” he explained. “I figured that you would be here today, so I made the trip from Mullaghmore. I needed to know how you felt about the family. So many people come here looking for a connection and don't find it. You did.”
As they talked Rorey filled her in more about the O'Neill family. And as the afternoon came and went the wind came up off Lough Neagh, and the air became chilly. Rorey could see that Cailin was getting cold and suggested they return to Coalisland to O'Neill's pub for some warm soup and soda bread. And yes, he explained, O'Neill's was owned by another family member.
This was hardly the vacation that Cailin was expecting, but she suddenly felt very connected to this country and the people. Her family had been here for hundreds of years. After more discussion with Rorey, he encouraged her to continue on this trip and return to Mullaghmore where he would be waiting.
Cailin and Rorey parted ways and Cailin headed to Magherafelt for the night. She found another great B&B with a pub close by. More music and great conversation met her here. She realized that she really didn't feel alone anymore.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Travels in Eire #6
The aromas of a hearty breakfast worked there way past the door of Cailin's room at the B&B as she woke up to a bleary day. She remembered what Rorey had said about it always raining in Ireland and it brought a smile to her face. After a nice hot shower Cailin made her way to the communal eating area and found a seat near the window. The cheery owner came by and asked if she would like a pot of tea and Cailin eagerly nodded. The steaming tea and some homemade brown bread with marmalade warmed her inside. This was quickly followed by a bowl of oatmeal. Cailin knew she would soon have clogged arteries if she continued eating an Ulster Fry every morning so opted for the Irish oatmeal this morning. Fortified and warmed inside and out, Cailin packed the car, checked her map and headed out for the day.
By the time Cailin got on the road the drizzle had stopped, and the sun was working its way from behind the clouds. She was off to Coalisland and then to Ardboe. Coalisland was just a bit bigger than Mullaghmore, but also felt so familiar. She walked around the town just a little, found a pub called O'Neill's and looked over the signs for nights when music could be found.
Her grandmother was an O'Neill and came from this general area. Cailin had never done any genealogy research, but knew this was the area where her grandmother was born. She wondered if O'Neill's pub was some vestige of her family heritage. But it was very early in the day and not open yet.
On the road again, Cailin headed to Ardboe. She wanted to see the old Celtic Cross that sat on a hill above Lough Neagh. Here the roads were very narrow and travel was slow. A small sign indicated the Ardobe cemetery and Cailin pulled as far to the side of the road as she could.
She could see the cross. It was worn where people had chipped pieces from the base to take with them as they left for America. Was that little piece of stone pebble in her grandmother's belongings from here?
Cailin continued on to the cemetery. Old and new blended together with tombstones all facing the waters of Lough Neagh. What an unusual place. And the church was all but ruins. As she wandered through the cemetery she noticed names on gravestones. Suddenly she stopped short. This old worn gravestone said Cailin O'Neill! This was HER name. At least her family name. Coincidence? She almost lost her breath. Studying the gravestone she saw the dates and suddenly realized this was her great-grandmother. She was told that she was named after this woman and never really expected to find her gravestone here in Ardboe. Now Cailin had her first connection to her family. Continuing to wander the cemetery she found more O'Neills. Based on dates and ages of the gravestones, these would be brothers, sisters, and parents of her great-grandmother. Cailin found half of her family and was standing in the cemetery with tears streaming down her face when she suddenly realized she was not alone.
By the time Cailin got on the road the drizzle had stopped, and the sun was working its way from behind the clouds. She was off to Coalisland and then to Ardboe. Coalisland was just a bit bigger than Mullaghmore, but also felt so familiar. She walked around the town just a little, found a pub called O'Neill's and looked over the signs for nights when music could be found.
Her grandmother was an O'Neill and came from this general area. Cailin had never done any genealogy research, but knew this was the area where her grandmother was born. She wondered if O'Neill's pub was some vestige of her family heritage. But it was very early in the day and not open yet.
On the road again, Cailin headed to Ardboe. She wanted to see the old Celtic Cross that sat on a hill above Lough Neagh. Here the roads were very narrow and travel was slow. A small sign indicated the Ardobe cemetery and Cailin pulled as far to the side of the road as she could.
She could see the cross. It was worn where people had chipped pieces from the base to take with them as they left for America. Was that little piece of stone pebble in her grandmother's belongings from here?
Cailin continued on to the cemetery. Old and new blended together with tombstones all facing the waters of Lough Neagh. What an unusual place. And the church was all but ruins. As she wandered through the cemetery she noticed names on gravestones. Suddenly she stopped short. This old worn gravestone said Cailin O'Neill! This was HER name. At least her family name. Coincidence? She almost lost her breath. Studying the gravestone she saw the dates and suddenly realized this was her great-grandmother. She was told that she was named after this woman and never really expected to find her gravestone here in Ardboe. Now Cailin had her first connection to her family. Continuing to wander the cemetery she found more O'Neills. Based on dates and ages of the gravestones, these would be brothers, sisters, and parents of her great-grandmother. Cailin found half of her family and was standing in the cemetery with tears streaming down her face when she suddenly realized she was not alone.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Travels in Eire #5
So with her map and the help of Rorey's plan, the next morning Cailin set off to continue her adventure. Knowing in about a week she would be returning to Mullaghmore and hopeful to see Rorey again.
Cailin headed west from Mullaghmore to Armagh, a major religious center and legendary seat of the Celtic Kings of Ulster. While it was only a stone's throw up the road from Mullaghmore, it was a big and vibrant city. St. Patrick built his stone church here. Not far away are apple orchards and beautiful homes. She spent time checking out the many cathedrals here, all different, but all very beautiful. Cailin stayed here her first night out. She chose the Charlemont Arms Hotel right in the city centre. The hotel had it's own restaurant/bar and this night there was a trad session in the bar with some local musicians. She chose to sit at the bar and before she knew it she was engaged in the talk of the day. Her American accent didn't go unnoticed, and easily drew a group of very talkative natives. This is the kind of experience she was hoping for, full of energy and loads of “craic” (Gaelic for fun). As the evening drew to a close, she happily headed off to her room with a slight buzz from all the drink and talk. Rorey was right, she would find her Ireland on her own terms.
With a good night's sleep and a full Ulster Fry for breakfast, she was ready to start off to her next destination. Cailin had a few choices for roads that she could take. Following some would have her double back to the main road, and others would take back roads through the County Tyrone countryside and Sperrin Mountains. Wanting to get the feel for the countryside, she chose the back roads. First stop was the town of Dungannon, anchored by a cathedral and centered on a square. It was a busy bustling town, and today was market day. It was difficult to find a parking space, but with determination Cailin located one a block off the main square. She loved how vibrant the town was with all the shoppers checking out what the farmers and merchants had to sell. Knowing that she might want a snack along the road, she picked out some fresh strawberries and apples. The sights and sounds were so stimulating Cailin felt energized. Cailin knew she must move on to make the circular route and see more of this amazing country.
After locating her car, she headed just outside of Dunganon following the signs to the Tyrone Crystal Factory. From what she had read about this crystal factory they were in competition with Waterford, but in a smaller scale. Entering their lobby was a case with a beautiful crystal display. The information available told of how a local priest wanted to help provide jobs for the local youth so he brought in a crystal carver to teach the youth. The practiced on empty wine and whiskey bottles to start. Annually the Tyrone Crystal Factory makes the GAA championship trophy. The showroom was full of an incredible display of merchandise to purchase. Cailin found she was drawn to a simple vase with a Celtic design. Before any purchase, she signed up for a tour of the factory.
The factory was slow because of the recession, but at each stop the workers were friendly and ready to show their skill, whether it be blowing the glass, or carving it. With such a small group in the tour, when Cailin lagged behind a carver motioned to her to come closer to show how he intricately cut the design in the bowl he was working on. He told Cailin he was getting ready to retire as he had been at this for 25 years. His work weary smile touched Cailin's heart.
Cailin returned to the showroom and purchased the simple Celtic styled vase and a bowl like the one the carver had shown her. She knew it was one he had made and wanted to remember that special moment. Not wanting to carry these special pieces around, she had them shipped home.
The day was getting late, even though it stayed light until almost 10:00, but Cailin was tired. She found a quaint little B&B on the road to her next stop and was thrilled when they had a room available. The owner recommended a diner down the road, and after dinner, Cailin collapsed on the bed and fell fast asleep.
Cailin headed west from Mullaghmore to Armagh, a major religious center and legendary seat of the Celtic Kings of Ulster. While it was only a stone's throw up the road from Mullaghmore, it was a big and vibrant city. St. Patrick built his stone church here. Not far away are apple orchards and beautiful homes. She spent time checking out the many cathedrals here, all different, but all very beautiful. Cailin stayed here her first night out. She chose the Charlemont Arms Hotel right in the city centre. The hotel had it's own restaurant/bar and this night there was a trad session in the bar with some local musicians. She chose to sit at the bar and before she knew it she was engaged in the talk of the day. Her American accent didn't go unnoticed, and easily drew a group of very talkative natives. This is the kind of experience she was hoping for, full of energy and loads of “craic” (Gaelic for fun). As the evening drew to a close, she happily headed off to her room with a slight buzz from all the drink and talk. Rorey was right, she would find her Ireland on her own terms.
With a good night's sleep and a full Ulster Fry for breakfast, she was ready to start off to her next destination. Cailin had a few choices for roads that she could take. Following some would have her double back to the main road, and others would take back roads through the County Tyrone countryside and Sperrin Mountains. Wanting to get the feel for the countryside, she chose the back roads. First stop was the town of Dungannon, anchored by a cathedral and centered on a square. It was a busy bustling town, and today was market day. It was difficult to find a parking space, but with determination Cailin located one a block off the main square. She loved how vibrant the town was with all the shoppers checking out what the farmers and merchants had to sell. Knowing that she might want a snack along the road, she picked out some fresh strawberries and apples. The sights and sounds were so stimulating Cailin felt energized. Cailin knew she must move on to make the circular route and see more of this amazing country.
After locating her car, she headed just outside of Dunganon following the signs to the Tyrone Crystal Factory. From what she had read about this crystal factory they were in competition with Waterford, but in a smaller scale. Entering their lobby was a case with a beautiful crystal display. The information available told of how a local priest wanted to help provide jobs for the local youth so he brought in a crystal carver to teach the youth. The practiced on empty wine and whiskey bottles to start. Annually the Tyrone Crystal Factory makes the GAA championship trophy. The showroom was full of an incredible display of merchandise to purchase. Cailin found she was drawn to a simple vase with a Celtic design. Before any purchase, she signed up for a tour of the factory.
The factory was slow because of the recession, but at each stop the workers were friendly and ready to show their skill, whether it be blowing the glass, or carving it. With such a small group in the tour, when Cailin lagged behind a carver motioned to her to come closer to show how he intricately cut the design in the bowl he was working on. He told Cailin he was getting ready to retire as he had been at this for 25 years. His work weary smile touched Cailin's heart.
Cailin returned to the showroom and purchased the simple Celtic styled vase and a bowl like the one the carver had shown her. She knew it was one he had made and wanted to remember that special moment. Not wanting to carry these special pieces around, she had them shipped home.
The day was getting late, even though it stayed light until almost 10:00, but Cailin was tired. She found a quaint little B&B on the road to her next stop and was thrilled when they had a room available. The owner recommended a diner down the road, and after dinner, Cailin collapsed on the bed and fell fast asleep.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Travels in Eire #4
Cailin studied this stranger like she did Brendan. It was her nature to do this. In her business she needed to know her competition, and she did this by studying their facial expressions and intonations. It was different here in Ireland; facial expressions were often hidden, and with the Irish brogue, intonations were more difficult to pick up. But she studied this stranger anyway. His dark curly hair looked unkempt falling loosely over his forehead. His face was angular with strong cheekbones and those eyes....they could sparkle, or cloud over and turn cold in an instant. Beneath his unshaven face was a handsome man. When he did smile, his entire face lit up.
They talked all afternoon about the town, about Cailin's trip, and about her grandmother. In fact it wasn't until she was about to leave that she realized she had never introduced herself and neither had the stranger.
“I'm Cailin,” she said as she stood to leave.
“Nice to meet you Cailin,” he said with a wink, and added, “I'm Rorey.”
“I'm staying at Conor's Pub for a day or two, until I get all my travel plans in order.”
“I know,” he replied smiling.
Puzzled, she excused herself, thanked Rorey for the conversation, and left the cafe heading for the pub.
As Cailin walked back to the pub she thought about Rorey. She felt drawn to him but couldn't figure out why. Not in a romantic way, at least she didn't think so, even though he was a very handsome man. Over the years she had had her share of boyfriends and relationships, but none was “just right”. No man had stolen her heart nor she his. Rorey didn't talk about himself in their conversation. In fact, neither did Cailin. And how did Rorey know she would be staying a few extra days? Had he “read” her like she was trying to read him?
Arriving back at the pub, Cailin pulled her maps out of her rental car and headed to a corner snug to spread them out and make some decisions about where she was headed. Brendan brought over a cup of tea and helped her find Mullaghmore.
“Where you go from here, Cailin, is up to you.” he told her. “If you need me I'll be behind the bar, but ole Seamus or Mick have traveled all over and might be able to give you some ideas.”
She looked over to the bar and there sat the two fellows from the night before. Scruffy and hard working men from the looks of it, but smiling over to her, nonetheless. She returned the smile a little hesitantly, and Brendan noticed.
“They ain't nothin' to be concerned about, they's both married,” he finished with a grin.
Cailin looked at the map quizzically, then over to the two eager men at the bar. “Okay, gents, I really do need some help here.” And they scurried over to her snug to each submit their travel ideas.
Places like the Antrim Coast, Portrush, Lough Neah, Randalstown and Enniskillen were pouring out of the mouths. Cailin tried to find all these places on the map as they named them. But they were all over. And what did she need to see at these places. She needed a more organized plan.
And just as she was becoming overwhelmed with all of the suggestions from Mick and Seamus, she looked up to see Rorey sauntering into the pub. This time he was clean shaven and looked like a new man. Tall and handsome, striking in his walk. As he approached Cailin, Mick and Seamus resolutely returned to the bar as if knowing they were being replaced.
This time the steely blue-eyed stare and wink from Rorey was returned by a smiling one from Cailin. She felt so comfortable with him around. Rorey sat down in the snug next to Cailin, rather than across from her, and as their arms touched Cailin felt like electricity had touched her. There was an energy that was part of Rorey that she could feel with him this close. She scooted just aside so they were not so close. He didn't seem to notice, or at least he didn't indicate that he did.
Rorey asked Cailin where she wanted to go, and what she hoped to see. From then, they made a travel plan that would take Cailin across the middle of Northern Ireland to County Donegal, and across the north coast through Derry, Antrim and back to Mullaghmore. Rorey fashioned that it would be better to stop back at some place Cailin was familiar with before heading out again. And Cailin liked the idea because she felt comfortable here in Mullaghmore, for many reasons.
They talked all afternoon about the town, about Cailin's trip, and about her grandmother. In fact it wasn't until she was about to leave that she realized she had never introduced herself and neither had the stranger.
“I'm Cailin,” she said as she stood to leave.
“Nice to meet you Cailin,” he said with a wink, and added, “I'm Rorey.”
“I'm staying at Conor's Pub for a day or two, until I get all my travel plans in order.”
“I know,” he replied smiling.
Puzzled, she excused herself, thanked Rorey for the conversation, and left the cafe heading for the pub.
As Cailin walked back to the pub she thought about Rorey. She felt drawn to him but couldn't figure out why. Not in a romantic way, at least she didn't think so, even though he was a very handsome man. Over the years she had had her share of boyfriends and relationships, but none was “just right”. No man had stolen her heart nor she his. Rorey didn't talk about himself in their conversation. In fact, neither did Cailin. And how did Rorey know she would be staying a few extra days? Had he “read” her like she was trying to read him?
Arriving back at the pub, Cailin pulled her maps out of her rental car and headed to a corner snug to spread them out and make some decisions about where she was headed. Brendan brought over a cup of tea and helped her find Mullaghmore.
“Where you go from here, Cailin, is up to you.” he told her. “If you need me I'll be behind the bar, but ole Seamus or Mick have traveled all over and might be able to give you some ideas.”
She looked over to the bar and there sat the two fellows from the night before. Scruffy and hard working men from the looks of it, but smiling over to her, nonetheless. She returned the smile a little hesitantly, and Brendan noticed.
“They ain't nothin' to be concerned about, they's both married,” he finished with a grin.
Cailin looked at the map quizzically, then over to the two eager men at the bar. “Okay, gents, I really do need some help here.” And they scurried over to her snug to each submit their travel ideas.
Places like the Antrim Coast, Portrush, Lough Neah, Randalstown and Enniskillen were pouring out of the mouths. Cailin tried to find all these places on the map as they named them. But they were all over. And what did she need to see at these places. She needed a more organized plan.
And just as she was becoming overwhelmed with all of the suggestions from Mick and Seamus, she looked up to see Rorey sauntering into the pub. This time he was clean shaven and looked like a new man. Tall and handsome, striking in his walk. As he approached Cailin, Mick and Seamus resolutely returned to the bar as if knowing they were being replaced.
This time the steely blue-eyed stare and wink from Rorey was returned by a smiling one from Cailin. She felt so comfortable with him around. Rorey sat down in the snug next to Cailin, rather than across from her, and as their arms touched Cailin felt like electricity had touched her. There was an energy that was part of Rorey that she could feel with him this close. She scooted just aside so they were not so close. He didn't seem to notice, or at least he didn't indicate that he did.
Rorey asked Cailin where she wanted to go, and what she hoped to see. From then, they made a travel plan that would take Cailin across the middle of Northern Ireland to County Donegal, and across the north coast through Derry, Antrim and back to Mullaghmore. Rorey fashioned that it would be better to stop back at some place Cailin was familiar with before heading out again. And Cailin liked the idea because she felt comfortable here in Mullaghmore, for many reasons.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Travels in Eire #3
During that day Cailin wandered around Mullaghmore. It was called a village rather than a town because of it's small size. There really was not a large grocery, but a butcher and what looked like a fancy 7-11. Mullaghmore was on the main road from Dublin to Omagh, but barely noticeable except for the 2 pubs, a butcher shop, a tiny cafe, and two churches across the road from each other. The other pub, The Victorian, was at the other end of town, like a bookend to Connor's Pub.
Cailin found she could walk the length of the town in about 3 minutes. There was a cross street at either end of the town leading to some scattered homes. Beyond the two end streets were some more scattered homes and then just grassy land. There was a constant hum of truck engines as the barreled down the road in both directions. But there was something else. Something that made Cailin take note. She shrugged it off as just all the events of the last 24 hours.
As Cailin looked around at the various shops, she decided that a light lunch would be in order and headed for the cafe. As she entered the shop she was surprised to see the dark stranger from the pub last night sitting at a table with a cup of tea. He looked up and again their eyes met, but this time Cailin was prepared. She didn't stare into those steel blue eyes, but quickly turned her attention to the woman at the counter. Just before she turned, she did flash a slight smile at the stranger, never looking to see if it was returned.
Cailin took a table at the other end of the shop, but in this small shop, she was still not very far from this intriguing man. He seemed to be staring out the window, now avoiding her glance. And then suddenly, he spoke. “It's a nice village, isn't it?”
Cailin was so surprised she almost didn't understand what he was saying.
“Yes, it's a beautiful village, especially when it's not storming.” she replied flippantly.
He turned toward her with a smile on his face. The sadness from last night was gone, and his blue eyes were gleaming. “But missy, this is Ireland, it always rains here.”
And with that he raised his cup of tea in a toast which she returned in kind. This was then followed by an invitation for Cailin to join him at his window table and they started a conversation that lasted the afternoon.
Cailin found she could walk the length of the town in about 3 minutes. There was a cross street at either end of the town leading to some scattered homes. Beyond the two end streets were some more scattered homes and then just grassy land. There was a constant hum of truck engines as the barreled down the road in both directions. But there was something else. Something that made Cailin take note. She shrugged it off as just all the events of the last 24 hours.
As Cailin looked around at the various shops, she decided that a light lunch would be in order and headed for the cafe. As she entered the shop she was surprised to see the dark stranger from the pub last night sitting at a table with a cup of tea. He looked up and again their eyes met, but this time Cailin was prepared. She didn't stare into those steel blue eyes, but quickly turned her attention to the woman at the counter. Just before she turned, she did flash a slight smile at the stranger, never looking to see if it was returned.
Cailin took a table at the other end of the shop, but in this small shop, she was still not very far from this intriguing man. He seemed to be staring out the window, now avoiding her glance. And then suddenly, he spoke. “It's a nice village, isn't it?”
Cailin was so surprised she almost didn't understand what he was saying.
“Yes, it's a beautiful village, especially when it's not storming.” she replied flippantly.
He turned toward her with a smile on his face. The sadness from last night was gone, and his blue eyes were gleaming. “But missy, this is Ireland, it always rains here.”
And with that he raised his cup of tea in a toast which she returned in kind. This was then followed by an invitation for Cailin to join him at his window table and they started a conversation that lasted the afternoon.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Travels in Eire #2
The story of Cailin and her adventures as she travels through Ireland continue....
Cailin couldn't believe she slept so well in this strange place. She awoke rested and feeling better about what had happened yesterday with her car. While she thought it would be easy driving on the left side of the road, her perception was a little off and the small compact got stuck in a muddy rut when she moved too far to the left as a truck passed her. It was already dark when she got stuck, so after sitting in the car for a while trying to determine what to do, she decided to venture into the rainy night and see if she could find some help. Now here she was waking up in this foreign bed. And while feeling better about the clear morning, she was still uneasy about the exchange with the stranger from the previous night, not knowing why this forlorn dark-haired man kept wandering into her thoughts.
There was a quiet knock at the door. “Lassie, are you up yet?” It was Brendan. Cailin jumped out of bed and opened the door just a crack. “Brendan, yes I am, and I'll be down in just a few.”
“I'm making up some grub and will wait for you so that it's nice and warm.” And Brendan strolled away and down the stairs.
Cailin washed up quickly, feeling that a hot shower would have been great, but that would have to wait until after breakfast and after getting her car back on the road. Throwing on some jeans and a sweater, she tied her long curly hair back and headed down to the pub.
As she started down the stairs the smells of breakfast were wafting up the stairs and brought a smile to her face, and a rumble in her stomach. She had forgotten how hungry she was. She sat down at the same seat as the night before and poured a hot cup of Barry's tea from the pot on the counter. She drank this Irish tea at home with her Grandmother, and parents. It was something that was part of her daily life. A little cream and sugar and she closed her eyes as she took her first sip. It was home, no matter where in the world she was.
Brendan brought out a plate overflowing with a traditional Irish fry. Looking for Cailin's approval he stood across the bar from her.
“Lovely,” Cailin smiled. Brendan's proud toothy smile could have been any bigger. He was a large barman. He had broad shoulders and could handle any brawls that ensued in the pub. From the sport pictures on the wall, it looked like he played Gaelic Football. She guessed his age at about 30.
Cailin didn't usually eat this much for breakfast, but before she knew it, the plate was almost empty. She called Brendan to let him know she was finished, and after removing her plate, he asked if she was ready to tackle the situation with her car. Brendan opened the heavy door for her and as she walked out, she could not believe her eyes. The day was beautiful, clear, crisp, and fresh. The storm from last night had blown over.
After getting her bearings Cailin recalled which direction she came from and climbed into Brendan's truck. She glanced back at the pub and noticed the name, Connor's, above the door as they pulled out of the parking lot.
“It that your pub, Brendan?” she casually asked.
“No, missy, I just tend bar and manage the rooms,”
“Brendan, please call me Cailin. I really appreciate all this help. I would have had no idea who to call for help here.”
“Cailin, just about everyone around here would have given you some help. Where are you headed?”
Cailin hesitated. She really had not formulated a firm plan for this trip and felt silly for not having some idea as to where she was going.
“I flew in yesterday morning and rented a car. I figured I'd head north past Drogheda and on to the Antrim Coast. Last road sign I saw after I got off the motorway was something about Armagh. I think I made a wrong turn.”
A huge laugh roared out of Brendan. “Cailin, you definitely made a wrong turn. You are just outside Mullaghmore! Hmmm...how to explain it? Well, you are too far east and inland to get to the Antrim Coast. Armagh is just up the road a way. Let's get your car back on the road and I'll point you in the right direction.”
All this time Cailin had been watching Brendan. He was full of life. Not what one would call handsome, but very appealing. His eyes twinkled with joy and his Irish brogue was born out of the country. “Brendan, are you married?” And then just realized what she had said. “I apologize, for that. I know it's none of my business.”
“Cailin, I'm working to save enough money so I can buy a house and marry me girlfriend. We've been together for 5 years. Sorry, but I'm taken,” and once again he roared with laughter.
“Brendan, oh, no, I was just asking out of curiosity. You seem to have your life so in control. Oh, look, there's my car!”
Brendan maneuvered his truck up in front of Cailin's rental car and in no time Cailin's car was free of the muddy rut and she was following Brendan back to the pub.
“Cailin, if you don't have any specific travel plans, why don't you stay here another night to get yourself set up for the next few days. I'm sure some of the regulars would be happy to give you ideas as to the best routes and places to visit.” Brendan mentioned as they arrived back at the pub.
Cailin agreed, and her adventure began in Mullaghmore at Connor's Pub, a quiet country town with much more to offer than she ever imagined.
Cailin couldn't believe she slept so well in this strange place. She awoke rested and feeling better about what had happened yesterday with her car. While she thought it would be easy driving on the left side of the road, her perception was a little off and the small compact got stuck in a muddy rut when she moved too far to the left as a truck passed her. It was already dark when she got stuck, so after sitting in the car for a while trying to determine what to do, she decided to venture into the rainy night and see if she could find some help. Now here she was waking up in this foreign bed. And while feeling better about the clear morning, she was still uneasy about the exchange with the stranger from the previous night, not knowing why this forlorn dark-haired man kept wandering into her thoughts.
There was a quiet knock at the door. “Lassie, are you up yet?” It was Brendan. Cailin jumped out of bed and opened the door just a crack. “Brendan, yes I am, and I'll be down in just a few.”
“I'm making up some grub and will wait for you so that it's nice and warm.” And Brendan strolled away and down the stairs.
Cailin washed up quickly, feeling that a hot shower would have been great, but that would have to wait until after breakfast and after getting her car back on the road. Throwing on some jeans and a sweater, she tied her long curly hair back and headed down to the pub.
As she started down the stairs the smells of breakfast were wafting up the stairs and brought a smile to her face, and a rumble in her stomach. She had forgotten how hungry she was. She sat down at the same seat as the night before and poured a hot cup of Barry's tea from the pot on the counter. She drank this Irish tea at home with her Grandmother, and parents. It was something that was part of her daily life. A little cream and sugar and she closed her eyes as she took her first sip. It was home, no matter where in the world she was.
Brendan brought out a plate overflowing with a traditional Irish fry. Looking for Cailin's approval he stood across the bar from her.
“Lovely,” Cailin smiled. Brendan's proud toothy smile could have been any bigger. He was a large barman. He had broad shoulders and could handle any brawls that ensued in the pub. From the sport pictures on the wall, it looked like he played Gaelic Football. She guessed his age at about 30.
Cailin didn't usually eat this much for breakfast, but before she knew it, the plate was almost empty. She called Brendan to let him know she was finished, and after removing her plate, he asked if she was ready to tackle the situation with her car. Brendan opened the heavy door for her and as she walked out, she could not believe her eyes. The day was beautiful, clear, crisp, and fresh. The storm from last night had blown over.
After getting her bearings Cailin recalled which direction she came from and climbed into Brendan's truck. She glanced back at the pub and noticed the name, Connor's, above the door as they pulled out of the parking lot.
“It that your pub, Brendan?” she casually asked.
“No, missy, I just tend bar and manage the rooms,”
“Brendan, please call me Cailin. I really appreciate all this help. I would have had no idea who to call for help here.”
“Cailin, just about everyone around here would have given you some help. Where are you headed?”
Cailin hesitated. She really had not formulated a firm plan for this trip and felt silly for not having some idea as to where she was going.
“I flew in yesterday morning and rented a car. I figured I'd head north past Drogheda and on to the Antrim Coast. Last road sign I saw after I got off the motorway was something about Armagh. I think I made a wrong turn.”
A huge laugh roared out of Brendan. “Cailin, you definitely made a wrong turn. You are just outside Mullaghmore! Hmmm...how to explain it? Well, you are too far east and inland to get to the Antrim Coast. Armagh is just up the road a way. Let's get your car back on the road and I'll point you in the right direction.”
All this time Cailin had been watching Brendan. He was full of life. Not what one would call handsome, but very appealing. His eyes twinkled with joy and his Irish brogue was born out of the country. “Brendan, are you married?” And then just realized what she had said. “I apologize, for that. I know it's none of my business.”
“Cailin, I'm working to save enough money so I can buy a house and marry me girlfriend. We've been together for 5 years. Sorry, but I'm taken,” and once again he roared with laughter.
“Brendan, oh, no, I was just asking out of curiosity. You seem to have your life so in control. Oh, look, there's my car!”
Brendan maneuvered his truck up in front of Cailin's rental car and in no time Cailin's car was free of the muddy rut and she was following Brendan back to the pub.
“Cailin, if you don't have any specific travel plans, why don't you stay here another night to get yourself set up for the next few days. I'm sure some of the regulars would be happy to give you ideas as to the best routes and places to visit.” Brendan mentioned as they arrived back at the pub.
Cailin agreed, and her adventure began in Mullaghmore at Connor's Pub, a quiet country town with much more to offer than she ever imagined.
More music to try
So in between story chapters, I thought I'd talk about some Irish music. The trad (traditional) music of Ireland has not changed much in the last 20 years. It's still very popular in pubs and music venues. But the face of trad music and it's style has changed some with a number of new and very talented musicians.
Some are individual musicians, and some are groups. They have come together in various ways, but the music is still there. I'd like to introduce you so some of my favorites.
The High Kings - this is a group of 4 musicians, each talented in their own right and who come from a lineage of famous fathers. They were put together by the same organization who now run Celtic Women, but are very traditional. I'd liken them to the Clancy Brothers (Finbar is the son of one of the Clancy Brothers) and did have the opportunity to meet and see them in Omagh this last year.
Mickey Coleman - is a very talented young man who writes and plays his unique style of music that mostly talks about the life and times of people, Irish and otherwise. He has opened for the Chieftains several times and will do so again this fall. I love how some of his songs can be so touching and another will be so irreverent. You can find him on MySpace with samples of his music.
Cat Malojian - is a duo of 2 guys that I can't really put into a category. I've always thought that some of their music reminds me of Harry Nillson. It's light and enjoyable.
Some are individual musicians, and some are groups. They have come together in various ways, but the music is still there. I'd like to introduce you so some of my favorites.
The High Kings - this is a group of 4 musicians, each talented in their own right and who come from a lineage of famous fathers. They were put together by the same organization who now run Celtic Women, but are very traditional. I'd liken them to the Clancy Brothers (Finbar is the son of one of the Clancy Brothers) and did have the opportunity to meet and see them in Omagh this last year.
Mickey Coleman - is a very talented young man who writes and plays his unique style of music that mostly talks about the life and times of people, Irish and otherwise. He has opened for the Chieftains several times and will do so again this fall. I love how some of his songs can be so touching and another will be so irreverent. You can find him on MySpace with samples of his music.
Cat Malojian - is a duo of 2 guys that I can't really put into a category. I've always thought that some of their music reminds me of Harry Nillson. It's light and enjoyable.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Travels in Eire #1
The rain fell in sheets. It was a horrible night and you could barely see the light of the pub along the road. A small figure approached the pub door, pulling along what looked like a heavy box.
From inside the quiet pub, the barman heard some scratching on the door. He boldly rounded the bar and cautiously pulled the heavy wood door open.
There stood a young lass of about 25, totally drenched, and looking like she had just lost her best fiend. He immediately helped her into the pub noticing she was dragging a suitcase with her.
He could tell she had the looks of an Irish girl, but there was something different. Rain droplets ran down the tendrils of her long black curly hair. Her eyes were the gray-blue of a cloudy day. There was a distant look to her that was obvious as soon as she spoke.
“My car got stuck a ways back in the mud. I just couldn't stay there by myself. I wasn't sure quite where I was”, she shuddered in her American accent. “Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Cailin.”
“I'm Brendan”, responded the barman. “Now let's get you into some dry clothes and get something warm to drink. There's a room upstairs where you can stay the night. I'll carry your bag up, you can change and come back down.”
Cailin nodded in agreement and followed Brendan up the stairs. After opening the door, he handed her the key and returned to the bar.
Cailin entered the clean neat room ready for guests, and searched through her suitcase for some warm dry clothes, changed and headed back down to the bar.
As she came down the steps she noticed that the pub was pretty empty except for a few men at the far end, and one sitting at a table. Brendan motioned for her to come to the bar, and as she did, she noticed the men at the other end taking notice. As Brendan handed her a mug that smelled of cloves and whiskey, he said, “This will warm you from the inside and take off the chill. It's a hot whiskey.”
Cailin responded with a meager nod of thanks noticing that the men were still watching her every move.
“Don't mind those two,” Brendan flicked his head toward the two, “They are just stalling on heading home to the wives!”
The hot whiskey was wonderful. Cailin was already feeling it's warmth creep all the way to her cold toes. It made her remember why she was here.
This was the first time in her life that she had been so impulsive and taken charge of her life. Her grandmother had lived in Ireland as a young girl and moved to the States in her late teens. She always talked about this place and that, as she had traveled all over with her parents. Cailin was named after her great-grandmother, and had decided it was high time she found out what her grandmother had been talking about. Her Grandmother was from Armagh, and her Grandfather was from Sligo. Her grandmother's parents were from somewhere close to Armagh, but Cailin didn't know where. Both families had moved to the US when they were in their teens. There were a lot of hard feelings about the marriage, but it survived and thrived with all the Irish heritage that they both brought to the union.
Both of Cailin's parents were also Irish, but as Cailin grew up, as a 3rd generation immigrant, she lost some of that heritage and now hoped to gain it back with this visit.
She suddenly was aware of some movement just behind her and off to the side at a table. It was the 3rd person in the pub that night. It seemed like he wanted to be invisible, unnoticed. Head down, and eyes on the table top, Cailin could not see anything about him. It made her feel very uneasy, and Brendan noticed this.
“It's fine Cailin, he's just a lonely soul drowning his sorrows. Can I get you another hot whiskey?”
Brendan and Cailin discussed the situation with her car and how Brendan would have a look at it in the morning if the rain slowed down a bit. If need be he could tow it to the pub with his pickup truck.
It was late and Brendan was getting ready to close the pub. Cailin was about to say goodnight when the man at the table raised his head as he stood to leave. Cailin froze in place as her eyes met his. His eyes were steel blue and felt like they were looking right through her. Even after the hot whiskey it sent a shiver through her. She quickly looked away and turned to go up the stairs to her room.
In a quiet smoky voice the stranger spoke but one word, “Sorry,” and then headed out the door.
As Cailin headed up the stairs to her room she could not get the picture of that stranger's face out of her head. As she lay in the big bed warmed by a thick feather quilt, even with her eyes closed she could still see his face. It was a handsome face, but covered with such sadness. She fell asleep that night as a teardrop fell from her eye.
From inside the quiet pub, the barman heard some scratching on the door. He boldly rounded the bar and cautiously pulled the heavy wood door open.
There stood a young lass of about 25, totally drenched, and looking like she had just lost her best fiend. He immediately helped her into the pub noticing she was dragging a suitcase with her.
He could tell she had the looks of an Irish girl, but there was something different. Rain droplets ran down the tendrils of her long black curly hair. Her eyes were the gray-blue of a cloudy day. There was a distant look to her that was obvious as soon as she spoke.
“My car got stuck a ways back in the mud. I just couldn't stay there by myself. I wasn't sure quite where I was”, she shuddered in her American accent. “Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Cailin.”
“I'm Brendan”, responded the barman. “Now let's get you into some dry clothes and get something warm to drink. There's a room upstairs where you can stay the night. I'll carry your bag up, you can change and come back down.”
Cailin nodded in agreement and followed Brendan up the stairs. After opening the door, he handed her the key and returned to the bar.
Cailin entered the clean neat room ready for guests, and searched through her suitcase for some warm dry clothes, changed and headed back down to the bar.
As she came down the steps she noticed that the pub was pretty empty except for a few men at the far end, and one sitting at a table. Brendan motioned for her to come to the bar, and as she did, she noticed the men at the other end taking notice. As Brendan handed her a mug that smelled of cloves and whiskey, he said, “This will warm you from the inside and take off the chill. It's a hot whiskey.”
Cailin responded with a meager nod of thanks noticing that the men were still watching her every move.
“Don't mind those two,” Brendan flicked his head toward the two, “They are just stalling on heading home to the wives!”
The hot whiskey was wonderful. Cailin was already feeling it's warmth creep all the way to her cold toes. It made her remember why she was here.
This was the first time in her life that she had been so impulsive and taken charge of her life. Her grandmother had lived in Ireland as a young girl and moved to the States in her late teens. She always talked about this place and that, as she had traveled all over with her parents. Cailin was named after her great-grandmother, and had decided it was high time she found out what her grandmother had been talking about. Her Grandmother was from Armagh, and her Grandfather was from Sligo. Her grandmother's parents were from somewhere close to Armagh, but Cailin didn't know where. Both families had moved to the US when they were in their teens. There were a lot of hard feelings about the marriage, but it survived and thrived with all the Irish heritage that they both brought to the union.
Both of Cailin's parents were also Irish, but as Cailin grew up, as a 3rd generation immigrant, she lost some of that heritage and now hoped to gain it back with this visit.
She suddenly was aware of some movement just behind her and off to the side at a table. It was the 3rd person in the pub that night. It seemed like he wanted to be invisible, unnoticed. Head down, and eyes on the table top, Cailin could not see anything about him. It made her feel very uneasy, and Brendan noticed this.
“It's fine Cailin, he's just a lonely soul drowning his sorrows. Can I get you another hot whiskey?”
Brendan and Cailin discussed the situation with her car and how Brendan would have a look at it in the morning if the rain slowed down a bit. If need be he could tow it to the pub with his pickup truck.
It was late and Brendan was getting ready to close the pub. Cailin was about to say goodnight when the man at the table raised his head as he stood to leave. Cailin froze in place as her eyes met his. His eyes were steel blue and felt like they were looking right through her. Even after the hot whiskey it sent a shiver through her. She quickly looked away and turned to go up the stairs to her room.
In a quiet smoky voice the stranger spoke but one word, “Sorry,” and then headed out the door.
As Cailin headed up the stairs to her room she could not get the picture of that stranger's face out of her head. As she lay in the big bed warmed by a thick feather quilt, even with her eyes closed she could still see his face. It was a handsome face, but covered with such sadness. She fell asleep that night as a teardrop fell from her eye.
The Dangerous Stranger
Here I am posting yet one after listening to a song and some tweets from a musician I like a lot. Very often the gentle, shy and caring person we see of stage becomes someone very different on stage.
Dangerous Stranger
This wicked act, is it really true
Is there something here we never knew?
Closed and mysterious, quiet and sly
Who is this person? Do we need to know why?
He plays the cad, cold and mean
Dark and dangerous, like you’ve never seen
He pulls us in with his sensuous charm
Should we not worry, or feel alarm?
Running his fingers through your hair
A shiver so strong, how does he dare?
This malevolent stranger enticing us all
Sweeping us up with his voice as a call.
His eyes, those eyes, they should tell so much
But here they are silent, you cannot touch.
Like a magician concocting a trance
Don’t look in those eyes, not even a glance.
The song and the singer blend truth and lore
Drawing us in, us all wanting more
He strolls the stage with poise and ease
Always knowing just how to please.
His shout of pleasure heightens the scene
He smiles and winks, he just couldn’t be mean
You melt in your seat as he walks away
Was this all real, or was it all just in play?
emeraldpoet
New Poem
I am a poet after all. Definitely not a Yeats, or Emerson, but I write poetry to express my feelings. And to that vein, I need a place to post my poetry so I can find it anywhere. So I am moving some of my poetry off my computer here, to my blog. Hope you like it. Like I said, it's a way for me to express my feelings.
The Dreamers
We are dreamers
Dreamers all
Waiting by the waterfall.
Watching for our dreams to arrive
Trickling down keeping us alive.
Dreams of fantasy
Dreams of success
Dreams of love
Dreams of more, or less
A dream is only your deepest desire
You must take action to set it afire.
Waiting and hoping will only bring sorrow
Dreaming today for a special tomorrow.
While we dream time passes by
Our lives move on
In the blink of an eye.
For some are blessed
Their dreams come true
Many others are left to make do.
The waters fall into the stream
Running to the rivers with our dreams
Filling the oceans with many more
Empty dreams washing on the shore.
emeraldpoet
The Dreamers
We are dreamers
Dreamers all
Waiting by the waterfall.
Watching for our dreams to arrive
Trickling down keeping us alive.
Dreams of fantasy
Dreams of success
Dreams of love
Dreams of more, or less
A dream is only your deepest desire
You must take action to set it afire.
Waiting and hoping will only bring sorrow
Dreaming today for a special tomorrow.
While we dream time passes by
Our lives move on
In the blink of an eye.
For some are blessed
Their dreams come true
Many others are left to make do.
The waters fall into the stream
Running to the rivers with our dreams
Filling the oceans with many more
Empty dreams washing on the shore.
emeraldpoet
Saturday, November 21, 2009
End of the Celtic Thunder Tour2009
So every once in a while an idea comes from out of the blue. Celtic Thunder, my favorite musical group, is just finishing their 3rd tour tonight in Orlando. I got to thinking about how the show went and how I look forward already to their next tour and seeing a few shows with friends. That's all part of the Celtic Thunder experience. Since I've had this blog I find it a good place to put some of my stuff. So here are my thoughts on this tour.
Lots of cheers,
Lots of tears,
Bows and curtain calls.
Now this CT season ends
How long is it till next fall?
Meet and Greets
Front row seats
Autographs abound
Jokes and kilts flying
Fun for all around.
So for these five
Who are so alive
We give our best to you.
Until next year
When Storm appears,
We live with the CT blues!
Slainte!
Lots of cheers,
Lots of tears,
Bows and curtain calls.
Now this CT season ends
How long is it till next fall?
Meet and Greets
Front row seats
Autographs abound
Jokes and kilts flying
Fun for all around.
So for these five
Who are so alive
We give our best to you.
Until next year
When Storm appears,
We live with the CT blues!
Slainte!
Monday, September 28, 2009
My Love of Irish Music
I've always really like Irish traditional music. It's something that tells a story most of the time. Talks about life in Ireland. Shows off who the people in Ireland are. I follow a few Irish musicians and really enjoy what they have to offer musically.
But my inspiration always comes from the strangest places. I write poetry, and share that poetry as a story about what inspires me. So along the way I have been very impressed with a group called Celtic Thunder. Their music is such an eclectic mix of Irish trad, contemporary, classical, and original music written by one of my favorite Irish musicians, Phil Coulter.
I'm still not sure how all this happened. I was inspired and I started writing poetry about the Celtic Thunder group, and the individual singers last year. It ended up that I published a small poetry book called Celtic Thunder Inspired Poetry. I set up the pages so that there is a signing page for each of the guys in the group.
So I had this idea. What if I could do something really worthwhile with this little book of poetry. With the approval of Sharon Browne, I am offering the book for sale and all the proceeds from the sale of the book are donated to the Celtic Thunder supported Charity, the African Orphans school supported by the Rotary Club of Good Hope. It makes a great souvenir to have signed at a Meet and Greet, but also just to have as a souvenir if you like poetry.
I know that the shows will be starting soon and it takes about 10 days to receive a book from the online publisher that I use. If you are interested, it would be great to have you order one and while you are enjoying your poetry book, you are also support the African's Children's charity.
You can order through Amazon, or directly from the publisher I use. Amazon goes through them anyway. The cost is the same. It's $8.95 plus shipping and handling. Here are the web addresses:
Amazon Celtic Thunder Inspired Poetry http://www.amazon.com/Celtic-Thunder-Inspired-Poetry/dp/B002AD34QC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1254196673&sr=1-1
Lulu.com http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/celtic-thunder-inspired-poetry/4816803
But my inspiration always comes from the strangest places. I write poetry, and share that poetry as a story about what inspires me. So along the way I have been very impressed with a group called Celtic Thunder. Their music is such an eclectic mix of Irish trad, contemporary, classical, and original music written by one of my favorite Irish musicians, Phil Coulter.
I'm still not sure how all this happened. I was inspired and I started writing poetry about the Celtic Thunder group, and the individual singers last year. It ended up that I published a small poetry book called Celtic Thunder Inspired Poetry. I set up the pages so that there is a signing page for each of the guys in the group.
So I had this idea. What if I could do something really worthwhile with this little book of poetry. With the approval of Sharon Browne, I am offering the book for sale and all the proceeds from the sale of the book are donated to the Celtic Thunder supported Charity, the African Orphans school supported by the Rotary Club of Good Hope. It makes a great souvenir to have signed at a Meet and Greet, but also just to have as a souvenir if you like poetry.
I know that the shows will be starting soon and it takes about 10 days to receive a book from the online publisher that I use. If you are interested, it would be great to have you order one and while you are enjoying your poetry book, you are also support the African's Children's charity.
You can order through Amazon, or directly from the publisher I use. Amazon goes through them anyway. The cost is the same. It's $8.95 plus shipping and handling. Here are the web addresses:
Amazon Celtic Thunder Inspired Poetry http://www.amazon.com/Celtic-Thunder-Inspired-Poetry/dp/B002AD34QC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1254196673&sr=1-1
Lulu.com http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/celtic-thunder-inspired-poetry/4816803
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Just a little fun
So while I was in Ireland we drove through the Mountains of Mourne. Many people have heard of them through the song of the same name sung by Keith Harkin of Celtic Thunder. So I had a little bit of fun with a couple of the pictures I took there. If you are a CT fan, I'm sure you will understand the reference and they will bring a little chuckle.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Favorites and Must Sees
Interesting that when you think you are finished with something how you suddenly remember things you wanted to mention. So this is what this post is for. For anyone who is considering going to Ireland or Northern Ireland, here's my 2 cents on some of the better things you should not miss - rain or shine! And plan on rain for sure.
I'm going to do this by area rather than just a haphazard list. So let's start at the beginning which is flying into Dublin.
In Dublin - Do find the Tourist Office and sign up for the Hop-on-Hop-Off day tour. The tickets are about 15 euro and last for 24 hours. Most of the well known sites are on this tour. You can choose from the green bus or the red bus. Doesn't matter which they both go the same places. Do start early in the morning to have the most time to see all the sites. You may not want to visit the Guinness Brewery too early unless you like to drink then. The self guided tour comes with a pint of the yummy black stuff in the gravity bar on the 7th floor. Very nice view of Dublin. Caution for travelers. A few of the museums are closed on Mondays. Be aware of that. Unless you really want to spend the time standing in line and pay the fee to see one page of the Book of Kells, just visit Trinity College and the gift shop for souvenirs.
All the other sites on the tour are good, but you may have to decide which to visit and which to skip. Definitely go to St. Patrick's and Christ Church (the catacombs in the basement are amazing)
You can also take one of several day tours out of Dublin. If you want to go to Knowth or New Grange this would be the way to do it. Leaves early in the morning and also includes a visit to Monastiere Boice. Great scenery too and you don't have to drive.
Outside of Dublin:
Powerscourt Gardens - beautiful
Glendalough Monastery and ruins
Kildare Stud Farm
Kilkenny area - the ancient capital of Ireland - wonderful castle tour and artists enclave across from the castle. In the same area Jerpoint Abbey and glass factory (you really have to search to find this, but the work is beautiful. Outside of Kilkenney in Bennetsbridge is Nicholas Moss Pottery factory. You can find his stuff all over, but this is where it's made and you can watch.
Hook Head Lighthouse - south of Wexford. If you have the time to drive here. Otherwise skip it. The site is beautiful on a sunny day, and you can spend lots of time looking out over the ocean, but it takes time. If you have it, all the better.
Charles Fort in Kinsale just south of Cork
Ring of Kerry - this is a standard thing for tourists. You should do it once. But if you take the bridge across from Cahersiveen you can find Ballycarberry castle ruins and also an amazing ring fort.
Dingle to me is just as good, if not better than the Ring of Kerry. Less bus traffic and lots more to see. Ancient remains and incredible views. Dingle town is full of life day and night.
Adare - the prettiest little town with the thatched roof houses. The town is mostly one main street with about 6 thatched roof houses. Make sure to check out the church and tour the castle if you have time.
Cliffs of Moher and The Burren. Both geological phenomenons. Hope for a clear day for the Cliffs. Lots of ancient stuff around here too, like the Pulnabrone dolmen (ancient table top tomb).
In 3 trips I've never really spent much time in Galway city. Unless you have the extra time, go on to the Connemara Coast and enjoy the rough and rocky scenery. If you go all the way to Clifden you can try to drive out the Sky Road at sunset. Again hoping for a relatively clear day. There is a drive called the Connemara Loop. Nice thing to do if you have the time.
Cong - I really love the abbey ruins there and Cong Wood. Nice little town.
Westport - nice port town if you have time. The Helms restaurant and bar are supposed to be really good.
Sligo - Yeats burial place in Drumcliffe, under Ben Bulben. Great scenic drive to be had here also.
Belleek pottery factory is not as busy as it once was, but the stuff is amazing once you see how it's made.
Omagh, fun town to base yourself if you spend a few days in NI. Most of the other towns are very small and working towns. So once the day is over the towns are dead. Music at some on Thursday and Sunday. More in Omagh.
Derry - do the bus tour here. Sit on the upper deck to get the best pictures and see the murals. Lively on the weekends. But also a working town. Walk the walls if you have the time. It's a little over a mile around.
Bushmills and the Causeway - definitely worth the visit. If you are driving and can take the Antrim coast road, all the better.
Belfast - Again here take the bus tour. More informative and helps you get around. Lots of places to find music around Queen's University.
The Boyne Valley with Knowth and New Grange megalithic tombs, Monastiereboice with the High Crosses and Mellifont Abbey.
That about covers the best for me. There are other places from previous trips, but I'd never finish if I wrote about all of them. For me Ireland has a lot of the best to see and short times are so rushed. Stop and savor the moments. If you spend a month you'll be able to see most everything, but not be able to savor the best coastlines, music and people.
I do have to say that I've used Rick Steve's Ireland book now for 2 trips and been very happy. I wouldn't leave home without it.
As you may have noticed I have hyperlinked a few of the initial sites. After doing so, I realized that there were way too many to link. Searches are easy, so you can handle the rest on your own. ;)
I've traveled to Ireland 3 times and 3 different ways, organized tour, self-catering cottages (a week at at time in each), and B&Bs. Each has it's advantages, but I prefer the B&Bs, especially ones located in town, or very near town. Next time, I'm going to park myself out by the west coast, or on the coast by Donegal, and just be part of the country.
I'm going to do this by area rather than just a haphazard list. So let's start at the beginning which is flying into Dublin.
In Dublin - Do find the Tourist Office and sign up for the Hop-on-Hop-Off day tour. The tickets are about 15 euro and last for 24 hours. Most of the well known sites are on this tour. You can choose from the green bus or the red bus. Doesn't matter which they both go the same places. Do start early in the morning to have the most time to see all the sites. You may not want to visit the Guinness Brewery too early unless you like to drink then. The self guided tour comes with a pint of the yummy black stuff in the gravity bar on the 7th floor. Very nice view of Dublin. Caution for travelers. A few of the museums are closed on Mondays. Be aware of that. Unless you really want to spend the time standing in line and pay the fee to see one page of the Book of Kells, just visit Trinity College and the gift shop for souvenirs.
All the other sites on the tour are good, but you may have to decide which to visit and which to skip. Definitely go to St. Patrick's and Christ Church (the catacombs in the basement are amazing)
You can also take one of several day tours out of Dublin. If you want to go to Knowth or New Grange this would be the way to do it. Leaves early in the morning and also includes a visit to Monastiere Boice. Great scenery too and you don't have to drive.
Outside of Dublin:
Powerscourt Gardens - beautiful
Glendalough Monastery and ruins
Kildare Stud Farm
Kilkenny area - the ancient capital of Ireland - wonderful castle tour and artists enclave across from the castle. In the same area Jerpoint Abbey and glass factory (you really have to search to find this, but the work is beautiful. Outside of Kilkenney in Bennetsbridge is Nicholas Moss Pottery factory. You can find his stuff all over, but this is where it's made and you can watch.
Hook Head Lighthouse - south of Wexford. If you have the time to drive here. Otherwise skip it. The site is beautiful on a sunny day, and you can spend lots of time looking out over the ocean, but it takes time. If you have it, all the better.
Charles Fort in Kinsale just south of Cork
Ring of Kerry - this is a standard thing for tourists. You should do it once. But if you take the bridge across from Cahersiveen you can find Ballycarberry castle ruins and also an amazing ring fort.
Dingle to me is just as good, if not better than the Ring of Kerry. Less bus traffic and lots more to see. Ancient remains and incredible views. Dingle town is full of life day and night.
Adare - the prettiest little town with the thatched roof houses. The town is mostly one main street with about 6 thatched roof houses. Make sure to check out the church and tour the castle if you have time.
Cliffs of Moher and The Burren. Both geological phenomenons. Hope for a clear day for the Cliffs. Lots of ancient stuff around here too, like the Pulnabrone dolmen (ancient table top tomb).
In 3 trips I've never really spent much time in Galway city. Unless you have the extra time, go on to the Connemara Coast and enjoy the rough and rocky scenery. If you go all the way to Clifden you can try to drive out the Sky Road at sunset. Again hoping for a relatively clear day. There is a drive called the Connemara Loop. Nice thing to do if you have the time.
Cong - I really love the abbey ruins there and Cong Wood. Nice little town.
Westport - nice port town if you have time. The Helms restaurant and bar are supposed to be really good.
Sligo - Yeats burial place in Drumcliffe, under Ben Bulben. Great scenic drive to be had here also.
Belleek pottery factory is not as busy as it once was, but the stuff is amazing once you see how it's made.
Omagh, fun town to base yourself if you spend a few days in NI. Most of the other towns are very small and working towns. So once the day is over the towns are dead. Music at some on Thursday and Sunday. More in Omagh.
Derry - do the bus tour here. Sit on the upper deck to get the best pictures and see the murals. Lively on the weekends. But also a working town. Walk the walls if you have the time. It's a little over a mile around.
Bushmills and the Causeway - definitely worth the visit. If you are driving and can take the Antrim coast road, all the better.
Belfast - Again here take the bus tour. More informative and helps you get around. Lots of places to find music around Queen's University.
The Boyne Valley with Knowth and New Grange megalithic tombs, Monastiereboice with the High Crosses and Mellifont Abbey.
That about covers the best for me. There are other places from previous trips, but I'd never finish if I wrote about all of them. For me Ireland has a lot of the best to see and short times are so rushed. Stop and savor the moments. If you spend a month you'll be able to see most everything, but not be able to savor the best coastlines, music and people.
I do have to say that I've used Rick Steve's Ireland book now for 2 trips and been very happy. I wouldn't leave home without it.
As you may have noticed I have hyperlinked a few of the initial sites. After doing so, I realized that there were way too many to link. Searches are easy, so you can handle the rest on your own. ;)
I've traveled to Ireland 3 times and 3 different ways, organized tour, self-catering cottages (a week at at time in each), and B&Bs. Each has it's advantages, but I prefer the B&Bs, especially ones located in town, or very near town. Next time, I'm going to park myself out by the west coast, or on the coast by Donegal, and just be part of the country.
More Thoughts
July 21st
So here it is the 3rd week in July and I'm finally returning home for the remainder of the summer. I just realized that I've been gone from home for 5 weeks now. I think that's the longest I've ever been gone.
While it's great to travel as I did, it's always great to get back home. I know I'll have plenty of house cleaning and catching up to take care of, but I also want to spend time with my dog, Mickey, and get all my pictures sorted out.
I've been told my vacuum bit the dust while I've been gone, so finding out if I need to purchase a new one will probably take precedence over everything else. A cheap price to pay for being gone so long.
As for observations about the trip... I've been thinking about that lately. In fact, the last few nights my brain has been interrupting my sleep by rerunning events during the trip. While I haven't slept the best, I've had some very nice memories to recall. Even when there were some problems, as there always are when you travel with new friends, those are put to the back part of memories and the fun adventures win out. Would I do things differently next time? Maybe a few things, but not most. And yes, there will definitely be a next time. I think I'm finished with the tourist part of my Ireland travels, and will now have a different focus. Four thousand miles on a rental car in 2 weeks is more than anyone would want. I really didn't mind the driving and for the most part if was great craic as we periodically found ourselves totally lost and laughing about it.
We did get to experience some great music, but I'd like more. I was a little disappointed that a few of my favorite musicians did not have gigs scheduled at times we were in the area. Or they were out of the area.
I discovered new favorite places and some special new friends and acquaintances. It's those kind of connections that make the trip very worthwhile. Not to mention that the scenery can't be beat. ( I do have to give my son credit on his trip. His pics of the Swiss alps and countryside are pretty impressive too.) But my heart lies with Ireland.
For now we'll see what the future brings in terms of travel. I've always thought of Ireland as an every other year, but now, I'm not sure if I can wait that long. And I still have not figured how to explain to people why. For those of you who know me well enough to understand, I don't have to explain. For the rest of you, I guess you'll just have to trust me.
So ends my journey for this year.
So here it is the 3rd week in July and I'm finally returning home for the remainder of the summer. I just realized that I've been gone from home for 5 weeks now. I think that's the longest I've ever been gone.
While it's great to travel as I did, it's always great to get back home. I know I'll have plenty of house cleaning and catching up to take care of, but I also want to spend time with my dog, Mickey, and get all my pictures sorted out.
I've been told my vacuum bit the dust while I've been gone, so finding out if I need to purchase a new one will probably take precedence over everything else. A cheap price to pay for being gone so long.
As for observations about the trip... I've been thinking about that lately. In fact, the last few nights my brain has been interrupting my sleep by rerunning events during the trip. While I haven't slept the best, I've had some very nice memories to recall. Even when there were some problems, as there always are when you travel with new friends, those are put to the back part of memories and the fun adventures win out. Would I do things differently next time? Maybe a few things, but not most. And yes, there will definitely be a next time. I think I'm finished with the tourist part of my Ireland travels, and will now have a different focus. Four thousand miles on a rental car in 2 weeks is more than anyone would want. I really didn't mind the driving and for the most part if was great craic as we periodically found ourselves totally lost and laughing about it.
We did get to experience some great music, but I'd like more. I was a little disappointed that a few of my favorite musicians did not have gigs scheduled at times we were in the area. Or they were out of the area.
I discovered new favorite places and some special new friends and acquaintances. It's those kind of connections that make the trip very worthwhile. Not to mention that the scenery can't be beat. ( I do have to give my son credit on his trip. His pics of the Swiss alps and countryside are pretty impressive too.) But my heart lies with Ireland.
For now we'll see what the future brings in terms of travel. I've always thought of Ireland as an every other year, but now, I'm not sure if I can wait that long. And I still have not figured how to explain to people why. For those of you who know me well enough to understand, I don't have to explain. For the rest of you, I guess you'll just have to trust me.
So ends my journey for this year.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Things to mention
There are so many topics I haven't touched on during each of the daily blogs, so I thought I might cover a few of them here. These are observations form a variety of things we saw and experienced.
First let me start with the “hen parties”. Everywhere we went we saw groups of girls and ladies as part of the hen party. This is pretty much a bachelorette party. Girls and their bridal parties and friends go from Dublin to Glasgow,or vice versa, or from outside of Dublin to the city for a weekend. At the airport when we left for Galsgow there were groups arriving and groups departing. They all had t-shirts on like – Karen's Herns, or Susie's Hen Trip 2009. Even on our Hop-on-Hop-off trip in Galsgow there were a group of hens who boarded to ride around the city.
Not so different from the groups I see going to Las Vegas for a weekend, except for the fact that these girls/women can be adorned with ribbons, or rabbit ears an the bride weaaring a decorative short veil. They definietly want it to be known they are all together. If they don't leave town they may be in a limo or celebrating in a local pub one evening.
Great craic for everyone.
The next thing I want to mention are the showers in Ireland. Or maybe I should say shower stalls. As far as getting enough hot water there is no problem. The Triton, heat as you need it power showers are great. Most of the shower stalls are very small. If you don't stand diagonal when you reach up to wash your hair, you will probably be bumping your elbows agains the walls. That should give you a good idea of the size. The hotels usually have bath tubs, so that works better, but B&Bs are the ones with the tiny showers. If I remember correctly, some of the self-catering cottages from my last trip had the same if the bathrooms were ensuite. And I do have so say I have seem some of the smallest bathrooms – sink and toilet- as can every be created. In some of the restaurants they had the Dyson hand dryer that I've seen advertised on TV. Very cool.
On to the wonderful sunny weather we had while traveling. The day we arrived in Dublin it was raining, but soon stopped. We had one very rainy day in Glasgow and a few sprinkles other days along the way. But for the most part the weather was sunny and beautiful. The reason Ibring this up is I wanted to mention about how many people we saw at the beachs around Ireland. And no wetsuits in the very cold water. Now when I say it was warm, I'm talking about 75-80 degrees, and 80 is really pushing it. So here were all these people at the beach on a sunny 75 degree day in the water. Mostly just up to their knees, but still in the water.
The one thing that really made me smile was when we checked into our B&B in Sligo. On the side of the house was a stone rock driveway that lead to an area to park and a place for the family to BBQ. No patio just all a loose rock area. When we arrived about 5PM there was the owner's daughter, home from college in her bikini on a lounge chair working on her tan! Just something I found quite unique for the weather and location.
I could definitey understand this by the beach, but here in the back driveway/bbq area just looked so out of place. Made me smile as Ireland has always surprised me in many ways.
So on to my last subject for a while. In Irland there is a known precidence when you are at a pub. If you sit at a table, or in a snug (both) you are not bothered. It's an unwritten understanding that you don't want to be disturbed. But the story is totally different if you take a stool at the bar. So one night Sarah and I ventured down to the pub that was attached to our Inn. (I should mention that while most stays were B&Bs, some were guest houses or inns to accommodate our room needs).
We took a couple of stools at the bar and after a few minutes we were engaged in conversation first with the barman, and then with a few gentlemen sitting a ways down from us. Before we knew it as we were getting ready to purchase a second round, one of the gentlemen bought us a round. Now the rule of courtesy here, is that you reciprocate with a round. But we hardly had a chance when the second gentleman bought a round. So by now I've had 3 glasses (not pints) of Guinness, and Sarah was on her 3rd whiskey. Sarah is a whiskey drinker and I love my Guinness.
We had not even had dinner yet and were due to leave. When we asked for suggestions ffor a place to go to dinner one of the gentlemen suggested we go to his place. By then Sarah and I were full of giggles, made our excuses and left to go eat. We tol the gentlemen that we “may” be back later that night, but would probably see them the next night. From what we heard, I guess they thought we'd be back for sure that evening and they went home and got all spiffed up and returned. We were tired after a long day and after dinner went to our room not realizing what had happened.
The next night, as we had planned, we stopped by the pub again to basically an empty bar. Our two new Irish friend, Paul and John were no where in site, so we “chatted it up”, as they say with Eugene the barman until closing.
We diid leave some money with Eugene to buy the 2 guys a reciprocating drink, which Eugene promised he would do. Not quite sure what would have happened had we returned that first night! LOL
First let me start with the “hen parties”. Everywhere we went we saw groups of girls and ladies as part of the hen party. This is pretty much a bachelorette party. Girls and their bridal parties and friends go from Dublin to Glasgow,or vice versa, or from outside of Dublin to the city for a weekend. At the airport when we left for Galsgow there were groups arriving and groups departing. They all had t-shirts on like – Karen's Herns, or Susie's Hen Trip 2009. Even on our Hop-on-Hop-off trip in Galsgow there were a group of hens who boarded to ride around the city.
Not so different from the groups I see going to Las Vegas for a weekend, except for the fact that these girls/women can be adorned with ribbons, or rabbit ears an the bride weaaring a decorative short veil. They definietly want it to be known they are all together. If they don't leave town they may be in a limo or celebrating in a local pub one evening.
Great craic for everyone.
The next thing I want to mention are the showers in Ireland. Or maybe I should say shower stalls. As far as getting enough hot water there is no problem. The Triton, heat as you need it power showers are great. Most of the shower stalls are very small. If you don't stand diagonal when you reach up to wash your hair, you will probably be bumping your elbows agains the walls. That should give you a good idea of the size. The hotels usually have bath tubs, so that works better, but B&Bs are the ones with the tiny showers. If I remember correctly, some of the self-catering cottages from my last trip had the same if the bathrooms were ensuite. And I do have so say I have seem some of the smallest bathrooms – sink and toilet- as can every be created. In some of the restaurants they had the Dyson hand dryer that I've seen advertised on TV. Very cool.
On to the wonderful sunny weather we had while traveling. The day we arrived in Dublin it was raining, but soon stopped. We had one very rainy day in Glasgow and a few sprinkles other days along the way. But for the most part the weather was sunny and beautiful. The reason Ibring this up is I wanted to mention about how many people we saw at the beachs around Ireland. And no wetsuits in the very cold water. Now when I say it was warm, I'm talking about 75-80 degrees, and 80 is really pushing it. So here were all these people at the beach on a sunny 75 degree day in the water. Mostly just up to their knees, but still in the water.
The one thing that really made me smile was when we checked into our B&B in Sligo. On the side of the house was a stone rock driveway that lead to an area to park and a place for the family to BBQ. No patio just all a loose rock area. When we arrived about 5PM there was the owner's daughter, home from college in her bikini on a lounge chair working on her tan! Just something I found quite unique for the weather and location.
I could definitey understand this by the beach, but here in the back driveway/bbq area just looked so out of place. Made me smile as Ireland has always surprised me in many ways.
So on to my last subject for a while. In Irland there is a known precidence when you are at a pub. If you sit at a table, or in a snug (both) you are not bothered. It's an unwritten understanding that you don't want to be disturbed. But the story is totally different if you take a stool at the bar. So one night Sarah and I ventured down to the pub that was attached to our Inn. (I should mention that while most stays were B&Bs, some were guest houses or inns to accommodate our room needs).
We took a couple of stools at the bar and after a few minutes we were engaged in conversation first with the barman, and then with a few gentlemen sitting a ways down from us. Before we knew it as we were getting ready to purchase a second round, one of the gentlemen bought us a round. Now the rule of courtesy here, is that you reciprocate with a round. But we hardly had a chance when the second gentleman bought a round. So by now I've had 3 glasses (not pints) of Guinness, and Sarah was on her 3rd whiskey. Sarah is a whiskey drinker and I love my Guinness.
We had not even had dinner yet and were due to leave. When we asked for suggestions ffor a place to go to dinner one of the gentlemen suggested we go to his place. By then Sarah and I were full of giggles, made our excuses and left to go eat. We tol the gentlemen that we “may” be back later that night, but would probably see them the next night. From what we heard, I guess they thought we'd be back for sure that evening and they went home and got all spiffed up and returned. We were tired after a long day and after dinner went to our room not realizing what had happened.
The next night, as we had planned, we stopped by the pub again to basically an empty bar. Our two new Irish friend, Paul and John were no where in site, so we “chatted it up”, as they say with Eugene the barman until closing.
We diid leave some money with Eugene to buy the 2 guys a reciprocating drink, which Eugene promised he would do. Not quite sure what would have happened had we returned that first night! LOL
Home again
July 8th
We just left Glitter City, at least thats what I call it. Funny how Las Vegas looks so different during the day time. Just a bunch of tall buildings in the middle of middle America rows and blocks of track homes. I'm sure there are some fancy places mixed in there, but from the air during the day it's just a cacaphony of little boxes spread over the desert floor up to the edge of the mountiains.
I've been on planes for way too many hours since yesterday morning and still don't know what time zone my body is using. I was wide awake at 2am (which would have been 8am for me) and now I'm working my way west to another 2 hours earlier. This will take a few days to readjust.
Hopefully by the time I head out for Sacramento on Friday morning I'll be in better shape. If not, scrapbooking is going to be a very long night.
Fist things first. I need to get out of my jeans and into some fresh, clean clothes. Not sure where I'll be doing laundry, but I do nee to visit the menace and see that she is okay. Possibly missing me. It would be a better thought if I was talking about a man, but Micky, my dog is my best friend, and I do miss her.
Eight hours yesterday, 3 ½ so far today ad now another hour and a quarter. It would be nice to get my feet on the ground for a while.
We just left Glitter City, at least thats what I call it. Funny how Las Vegas looks so different during the day time. Just a bunch of tall buildings in the middle of middle America rows and blocks of track homes. I'm sure there are some fancy places mixed in there, but from the air during the day it's just a cacaphony of little boxes spread over the desert floor up to the edge of the mountiains.
I've been on planes for way too many hours since yesterday morning and still don't know what time zone my body is using. I was wide awake at 2am (which would have been 8am for me) and now I'm working my way west to another 2 hours earlier. This will take a few days to readjust.
Hopefully by the time I head out for Sacramento on Friday morning I'll be in better shape. If not, scrapbooking is going to be a very long night.
Fist things first. I need to get out of my jeans and into some fresh, clean clothes. Not sure where I'll be doing laundry, but I do nee to visit the menace and see that she is okay. Possibly missing me. It would be a better thought if I was talking about a man, but Micky, my dog is my best friend, and I do miss her.
Eight hours yesterday, 3 ½ so far today ad now another hour and a quarter. It would be nice to get my feet on the ground for a while.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
On the way home
This is Hamish the Highlands Cow, friendly, but a bit hairy I'd say. LOL
7 July
So here I am on my Aer Lingus flight back to Chicago. Tomorrow I'll be on a Southwest plane back home. I'm always a little melancholly at this point. Lots of time to think and reflect on about the last 3 weeks. It's doesn't really seem like it was that long. I really coul have found tons to do over another week or two or three.
I briefly touched on our last day with the flight delay from Glasgow and then a relaxing day for me in Dublin topped off with going to Riverdance at the Gaiety Theater. The theater was a restored older theater and just magnificient. It was small, no more than about 800 people, but it was packed this Monday. We had seats just off center in the second row. Perfect from my perspective. Seeing the show live was definitely an experience. A great end to a vacation that was way too short.
I keep thinking about next year and wondering if I can swing another trip then. I've tried every other year, but keeping find more reasons to return sooner. The B&B experience is the way to go. Small towns and small pubs. Sitting at the bar and talking to the regulars. And giving all the towns their own chance to show off their own craic.
Once I get home and life starts to run away with me again, all this will be a very special memory. I'm hoping to scap most of it, like I have my other two trips. I'm thinking this will have a little different slant. I will be putting up a selection of pictures as soon as I can sort through the 700 or so that I've taken. I may actualy have to do more than one slide show. No decisions there yet.
We arrive in Chicago in about 2 hours now. I've spent the first part of the flight catching up on some much needed sleep. I think I run on adreniline while traveling and now I'm all out of it. Sarah and I are hoping to meet up with Becky and her mom tonight or late this afternoon for a little while. We'll both be heading to the Midway Airport around 5am on Wednesday.
Three weeks, where did it go?
A
Monday, July 6, 2009
July 6th
I have so much more to post about what has gone on over the last couple of days, but it's after 11PM on Monday night and we have to leave for the airport tomorrow morning at 8am.
Today was hectic getting to the Glasgow Airport and then having an hour delay waiting for the plane.
I'll continue to post over the next week or so about some of the items I've got a list on to cover like hen parties, and our new pub friends! LOL
We all went our separate ways after we got checked in to the hotel in Dublin. I had a great day spending time out to lunch and a drive around some of the area surrounding Dublin that I had not yet seen. I will miss this place and all it's people.
We did go to see Riverdance tonight and thoroughly enjoyed it as our last night celebration.
Guess I'll have to start planning my next trip.
Night, night for now.
A
Today was hectic getting to the Glasgow Airport and then having an hour delay waiting for the plane.
I'll continue to post over the next week or so about some of the items I've got a list on to cover like hen parties, and our new pub friends! LOL
We all went our separate ways after we got checked in to the hotel in Dublin. I had a great day spending time out to lunch and a drive around some of the area surrounding Dublin that I had not yet seen. I will miss this place and all it's people.
We did go to see Riverdance tonight and thoroughly enjoyed it as our last night celebration.
Guess I'll have to start planning my next trip.
Night, night for now.
A
July 5th
After breakfast this morning we caught a taxi over to the tourist office to await our tour of Loch Lomond , the Trosachs, and Stirling Castle. It was a small tour bus and not full( there were 8 o the tour) so very relaxed and just the perfect thing for this beautiful sunny day. We headed out of Glasgow crossing the Clyde River, the main shipping river in Glasgow, and into the countryside. Within about 45 minutes were were at the shores of Loch Lomond for our first look-see. It's difficult to describe all the sites we saw. The day was wonderful for siteseeing. We even fit in a one hour cruise on the Loch from a town called Balach, and could see Ben Lomond, the tallest mountain in Great Britain. Not fog, and no low clouds. Only white clouds in a blue sky followed us all day along with stories of how the song “You take the high road, and I'll take the low road” was written by soldiers who were imprisoned – one waiting to die (the high road) and one waiting to be released (the low road – walking home).
Our driver was full of information and laughs as we traveled through the highland and the lowlands, separated by a fault line. It was a full day from 9am to 6 PM with several stops, the last being at Stirling Castle, originally built by King Robert the Bruce, and torn down and rebuilt about 3-4 times since. A monument to William Wallace was just across the valley from Stirling Castle. Very impressive. And again the scenery was very impressive.
While this post is short, the day was full of sites around Glasgow. I really loved getting out of town and into the country again.
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